well then

[dragonlady7]

Slow day, but long, which means that in the end I made a reasonable amount of money. Good for me.

Discovered that it's not that I don't have Saturday off, it's just that I have to fill out a piece of paper in order to get Saturday off, but the scheduler had intended that I should have it off, it's just that she couldn't schedule it that way. Shrug. OK.
So I have my birthday and the day off off, and the night before, I get out early.

Have phoned up both Central NY sisters. Both of them have space for me to crash; they live about 30 miles apart, if that (one in Cortland, one in Ithaca, for anyone keeping score: the one that lives in Cortland works in Ithaca).
So, I think on Friday I'll drive myself down there and spend my birthday night with family. (!!!) Saturday I want to spend shopping-- I completely lack girlfriends in Buffalo and thus can't ever find anything in the mall. (Just you try getting anything coherent out of your boyfriend when you're trying on jeans and just don't know about the fit. "Do these make me look fat?" -- "Augh!"-- "Get out from under the bench and answer me you twit." Not productive.)

That would be a lovely birthday, I think.
Meanwhile Z was home today and discovered that he just didn't have the energy or intelligence to do anything. (I empathize; that was my Friday, and grocery shopping was almost more than I could do.) He did do a bit of research online, however, and determined a great deal about his scooter. I'm coming around to his point of view; getting a scooter isn't really a bad idea, and it is actually simultaneously the most amusing and among the cheapest solutions for us to become a two-vehicle household, which would be great because one vehicle isn't quite enough sometimes.
And he's so cute about it.
And it would be an excellent excuse for me to get leather pants.

Another thing I've been quietly pondering for a while now that has only just bubbled to the surface is that I do think perhaps I should do some research into going back to school to become a teacher. I don't know how much schooling I would need; I've only just admitted to myself that I could consider it. But it's a career that might not kill me, and would leave me the time and freedom I think I do need on occasion, to do the things that I keep daydreaming about. I think having 3 months off per year from my primary job might be enough to keep me from needing to quit... I have never had a job for more than 12 consecutive months. (I've held part-time jobs for years, but always with summers off or things like that. Twelve months is my record for a 40-hr-week, 52 week-year job. And that was almost way too much.)
I wanted to be a professor, but that would require I devote my life to academia. Teaching high school might not kill me: but I don't know. I'm still mulling it over in my head.

Comments

[reverend-dave.livejournal.com]

Mind if I metaquote (http://www.livejournal.com/community/metaquotes) you?

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

Not at all, but I hadn't realized I'd actually said anything funny. XD

[kkatowll.livejournal.com]

Damn, *every*one is becoming a teacher. But, yeah, it makes total sense--write on the vacations, get paid during the rest of the year...only trouble is you have to get up early in the morning! And deal with brats. Which is more than I could handle.