Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Simply because in my twisted mind I find this humorous. It may be the insomnia. It may just be my life.

It's late, I am still, for whatever reason, not sleeping, thus a quick blog post because I should be, but alas I am not, naked in bed.

Yesterday, well I guess that isn't accurate, Monday, was the first day of classes at my old job. Later in the day I received two emails and then even later in the day a phone call from one of my former employees begging me to come back to work. I laughed and asked what had happened in the course of the crazy first day of work known as fall semester. Well, I guess the first person they offered my job to, turned it down. Option number two accepted the position, came in and introduced herself on Friday, was sent home with my job duties, ect. and then called in on Monday (first day of classes) and quit. They were up a really big poo creek with no one to take the paddle; because as I pointed out to the former employee on my phone, do you really want to hire option number three because obviously there is a reason they are option number three.

The reason I find this funny: The new person, who ever that may be, will be making more money, only working 20 hours, not forty, has MUCH less responsibility as there are currently two other people doing the other aspects of my job so the new hire, whoever that may be, will only being doing one...ONE aspect of my former job. So. To recap: more money, less hours, more flexibility, less responsibility, and apparently no one wants it.
Yet I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to leave a position where: I made less money, worked forty (or more) hours a week, had no benefits, and there are currently (or will be) three people doing the (jobs) I alone did.
Nice.

I told her tomorrow would be better and the next week would be even better and so on. Soon she would have a boss telling her what to do and all in the world of academia would be fine. I was feeling pretty loved after an hour of calming the former employee off the proverbial ledge.

Now for an update on my new job: Today (Tuesday) was my first day. I did some alphabetizing and I met the gal who has the assistanship within the program, the computers were down so I couldn't do any typing, and I didn't know the password to check voice mail, I worked on some homework. I felt I earned my pay today.
When the afternoon (real worker) came in she asked how it went. I told her it was uneventful, but fine. She told me to enjoy it while I can because it won't last. As she put it so delicately, "Director Lady will be keeping me busy, so enjoy it while I can."
I suddenly felt like a misplaced character in a chick lit book. Th title character who is about to meet her fate, which she has misinterpreted as a plus but was about to be multiplied into a big minus.
I am sure I am wrong, but every once in awhile I like to pretend I am the star in my own TV show. It makes life more interesting that way. Hmmm, I wonder what will happen to my misguided character tomorrow? I foresee papers, the library, cute lost students asking me questions, and feeling as if, at thirty-three years old, that I know nothing. Nothing at all. Sometimes that is refreshing and sometimes not so much.


...Oh, I need sleep.

12 comments:

Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

Hope you finally go some sleep. I'll bet that tomorrow, uh I mean "tday," will be fine.

Yes, I'll remind you as 9/27 approaches.

Jay said...

Sounds like you're doing just fine so far. To feel as though you know nothing is a good feeling, for that way lies yet another conquest of the mind.

Conquer all. Take no prisoners, (unless they're cute.) And most importantly: drink and fuck to your hearts' content!

Words to live by. :-)

limpy99 said...

Sounds like the opening to "The Devil Wears Prada" Soon you'll be in Paris, worrying that your a sell-out, and some wise-ass sitting next to his wife trying to get the remote over to ESPN will be saying "Yeah, but you're in Paris dumbass!"

And that will be me.

GirlGoyle said...

Don't forget your own advice....tomorrow will be better and the day after even better. Righ? Right!
As for sleeping....two drops of lavender extract on your pillow and you'll be out like a light. I assure you.

Party Girl said...

Nick: thanks for the reminder, reminder!

Jay: I like that advice. I like that advice a lot.

I'm not sure if it will be the prisoners or the drinking that I want to indulge in more.

Limpy: "Devil, Prada is actual what I was thinking about when I wrote that
Paris? Yes, please. Or you know anywhere.
Actually a baseball game with a beer and a dog would be up my ally right about now.

GG: You know, that is excellent advice I give and I will take it. I am feeling a bit down and overwhelmed at the moment so my words thrown back at me is exactly what I needed to read.

.........

As for the sleeping, yeah still not happening. About three hours is what I got last night...that is about average at the moment.
I think that might be a teeny bit of my mood of gloom at the moment. I have faith that this to shall pass.

And no, masturbating and beer drinking has not helped. Trust me, I've tried. So with that, I will be trying the lavender.

Party Girl said...

Limpy: I meant a hot dog.
I can just see you making that all twisty word like.

appletini said...

Ugh! i hate it when I can't sleep, but at least you made good use of the time :)

limpy99 said...

Yes, yes, I've been known to do that once or twice.

Old Man Crowder said...

I don't really have anything intelligent to offer (not that I usually do).

I just wanted to stop in and say hello.

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I'm not sure who will conqure the mountain, but I have faith it will either be the Austrian or the American. One of them will surely make it to the peak. I have high hopes for both of them.

OMC: That is not even close to being true. You've said something intelligent at least once. I recall twice, even.

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