Pssh... like I ever had any doubts.

UPDATED

   

So.... if you follow me on the Twit (and I don't blame you if you don't. I decided long ago that I'm not nearly cool enough nor a dedicated enough tweeter [twatter?] to sit at that lunch table), or if you're related to me, or if you live in the same house as me, then you've already heard the good news. For the rest of you, here it is...

    

I GOTS MYSELF A REAL JOB!!!

    

For reals, y'all.

   

For all you lolcat lovers out there. (Source)

But seriously, I landed the job that I interviewed for on Tuesday, despite my mixed feelings about it. And if I got the job because they were super impressed by me, or because they were working on a major time crunch, or because I was the only one interviewed (which I wasn't, but thanks for that suggestion, Twin) is irrelevant because, well, I got the job. It's only a .40 position, which I'm no stranger to, but I couldn't have been any more excited when I got the call, as was evident by my super-happy-crazy-cheering-and-grunting victory dance. Thankfully no one was present to witness that debacle.

   

I'll be working on Tuesdays and Thursdays as an Elementary Art Teacher. And I get my own classroom too, which, if you know anything about teaching art, especially teaching art part-time, is a rare treat indeed.

    

Now you're probably wondering to yourselves, "Well, that's great and all, OBG, but what are you going to do on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays?" I'm glad you asked. Not one hour after I accepted the position, I was called by another school who is looking for a .40 Elementary Art teacher, oh, and can I come in tomorrow and interview? (as in today. In fact, since the interview is at 9:00am EST, I'm probably at it as you're reading this. Or maybe I already had it, in which case, you can probably scroll down and find an update.)

    

Now you're probably wondering, "But OBG, won't these two jobs conflict with each other?" Au contraire, my dear friends. As it turns out, the second school is looking for a teacher for Mondays and Fridays. Could it be anymore perfect?

    

Now if only that other elementary school that I contacted yesterday is looking for their .20 Elementary Art teacher to work Wednesdays, well, then I might be able to pull off this full-time teaching thing after all.
      

UPDATE: So... I had my interview at 9:00am, and it lasted nearly an hour, which indicated two things to me... 1. it went really well, and 2. they weren't interviewing anyone else. And, of course, I rocked that interview! 

     

And then, on my way home after wards (about 15-20 minutes after I left the interview), the assistant principal I interviewed with called and offered me the position.

     

Yay!

    

So I am now a .80 Elementary Art Teacher, working Mondays and Fridays in one school and Tuesdays and Thursdays in another school. And one of the coolest things? They're minutes away from each other. As in a few roads away. Oh, and they're also minutes away from the G-Man's new job as well. 

     

And did I mention that I get benefits? Yeah, I do. But you know, whatever, no biggie.

      

And you know what else? I kind of like the idea of having Wednesdays off. 

     

Gotta go now because I start work TOMORROW and there's tons of stuff I need to take care of. 

Dude, I'm beat, yo.

  

No, I haven't transformed into some sort of gangster/hippie hybrid overnight, but 'd' to the 'a•m•n' am I tired.

Too tired, in fact, to make coffee this morning, and since we're out of K-cups, I had tea. And tea is no substitute for coffee. Don't believe me? Why don't you go back and re-read that first sentence. Believe me now? Just be thankful I'm not to the point where I'm deliriously rolling around on the floor laughing like a maniacal crazy person. It's been known to happen, is all I'm saying.

This clock has no relevance to this post. I just thought it was cool.

So you might be wondering why the frick-frack I'm so tired (and when did I start becoming the type of person to replace all my curse words?)? Well, you got me (on both counts). It's not like I'm doing anything all day. However, if I have to blame something, I'm inclined to blame the following:

1. Medication. I'm on it. You don't need to know the details. Moving on.
2. Tension. The tension in the world of OBG is at extreme levels right now. What with job searching, apartment searching, money woes and so on and so on. I believe mental exhaustion can be more debilitating than physical exhaustion.
3. Laziness. I'm pretty sure I read studies about this sort of thing. The less active you are, the more tired you are. Or something like that. The only part of me getting any exercise lately are my fingers. I'm having a hard time convincing myself that it's okay to step away from the computer and the grind of job searching. 
4. Xbox and Dexter. Two things that have consumed my evenings of late. And when it's bedtime, these two get together in my dreams for nocturnal parties that drain the life out of me.
5. My Sleep Schedule. It's all out of whack. As I've discussed before, I'm a night person, and I have a tendency to be an insomniac. It is physically impossible for me to fall asleep before eleven pm, and often times, one am. And while I can be quite functional on a mere six hours of sleep, it is cruel and unusual punishment for me to be rudely awakened by bells and whistles and fog horns and alarms before seven am. Especially when I have a tendency to wake up during the night every few hours. *Sigh* I am so not built for the real world. 

So yeah, I'm tired. But I also have shit to do today, so while I'd really like to go take a quick power nap, I might actually go fold some laundry. Or something like that. And yeah, this post really has no point, but whatev'. I'm too tired to think. Get over it.

These two do not play well in sleepy time dreamland.

Oh, and I think this weekend is going to be relatively tame (thank God), but I did hear rumors of bowling tomorrow night, so that'll be cool. What are your weekend plans? Hope they're good ones (but if they're not, that's okay too).

Yes, I really am this boring.

So, here I am, packing up my shit. Actually, right now I'm watching Ghost Whisperer because for some strange reason I have recently become addicted to this show. I gotta admit, I really like a lot of JLH's clothes on the show, but I also really like watching her ass grow and shrink between seasons. And of course, how the wardrobe people try to hide her growing lower half. But I digress.

Any way, just for fun, I thought I would give you a peek into the bizarre world of me. I think you can learn so much about a person by snooping through their stuff (or their car). So, for your entertainment, I'm providing you with a peek into my life via my personal shit (but just the random shit that I came across that struck me as... well... odd).

• Bubbles! Of course, upon finding these bubbles, I became horribly sidetracked and had to go outside on this gloriously rainy day and, of course, blow bubbles. I took pics too, because the bubbles were glorious. Seriously, I've never seen bubbles that were lovelier. Apparently the Germans really know how to make bubbles.
  
  
  
  Pretty, right? And yes, I do live on a highway. And no, there isn't any sort of fence to keep us safe from the highway crazies. But it's okay, my landlord planted a protective tree barrier. See? Oh, and I'm out in like 15 days, so, whatev'.
• Care Bear stickers. Yeah, I can't remember why I have these.
• Stewie refrigerator magnets. Again, not sure why I have these or where they came from, but they're cool, and some day I'll a refrigerator to put them on. Oh! And totally unrelated, but kind of related, I have a Stewie Christmas tree ornament too. Not sure when I'll ever get a chance to hang that up again...
• Superman stickers. Again... see above. Really, what's with me and stickers? I mean, I love stickers, but... talk about random.
• A note from a student's parent from 2004. And because it's awesome and I want the world to know that I'm awesome, here it is, exactly as written...

Miss (my last name),

I just wanted to take a few minutes to say thank you! I will be 100% honest with you, and tell you that when the whole mess started with Mrs. CrazyPerson* I was not willing to give you a chance. What I focused on instead, was that fact that I already knew Mrs. C., and my children liked her. I have sat back and watched your interaction w/the students, and observed the way that they respond to you. Frankly they love you, enjoy your class, learn from you, and are learning to love art through you. As a parent of 3 in this school I am very happy that you are here for them. Good things take time, and I think that with more time all of the parents will realize what I have, and will supoort you also. Hang in there! We need more teachers in this school like you.

Sincerely, Mrs. Change of Heart

Awe... how nice. Yeah, I know this mother was blowing smoke up my ass, but whatev', I needed this. This just happened to be from the year of teaching that I am forever scarred by. Maybe someday I will tell you all about it, but for all you teachers out there, imagine the worst possible situation you could possibly be in as a teacher, and that was my first year. Seriously. Oh, and this is totally going in my portfolio.

• A rock. Uh-huh...
• A Donald Duck lunchbox. Which apparently is where I keep my empty money rolls. Go figure. Too bad it's not a Scrooge McDuck lunchbox. Maybe if I put the rolls under the dryer, they'll magically fill up with money...
• 2 packages of vacuum belts. I guess I was afraid of running out.
• This pic from my senior play. Can you guess which one is me?
  
  

• A key chain whip. Yeah, my house keys are now hanging from it, thank you very much.
• 2 unlabeled VHS tapes. I can't even imagine what is on these.
• A Bacardi light-up bat pin. It no longer lights up. I tossed it. I think I acquired this about four years or so ago when I was working at an Irish pub and restaurant.
• A vibrator. Yes, that kind of vibrator. Damn! I forgot I had this.
• 9 10 lighters. Which probably explains why the people I used to live with could never find their lighters. Apparently as well as a pickle thief, I'm also a lighter thief.
• A stun gun. I mean, I don't have one of these, because having one of these in NY State is illegal, however, having one in VA State is not illegal. If I were to have one, I'm sure it wouldn't have it's batteries in it or anything. Moving on...
• My nerdy academic pins from high school. I guess I've always been a nerd. Or, I guess I'm more of a dork. Or, actually, maybe I'm more of a geek. I don't know. It's too confusing.
• 2 decks of playing cards. In and by itself, this would seem pretty innocent, but if I were to tell you that they were sticky and had most likely been soaked in every possible combination of alcoholic beverages, not so innocent anymore. 
• 3 4 toothbrushes. Unused, of course. Apparently I like to buy toothbrushes (but not necessarily use them).
• 12 13 unopened Bath & Body Works products. I know for a fact that I received these as gifts. I guess people think I stink. Could have something to do with my aversion to showering daily. (note to family: No more lotion. I won't use it.)
• A nearly empty bottle of GAP Grass Lotion. Okay, I happen to love this scent of lotion, but for some bizarre reason, GAP stopped making it years ago, which is why I hoard it. I only use it in the summer and only when I want to smell all grassy and summery.
• A container of prunes. There's a story behind this, but I don't really feel like telling it. 

So there you have it. Some of the random shit I came across today while "packing". Now I'm going to return to the comforts of good ole TV. I have switched from Ghost Whisperer (because I already saw the episode) and now I'm watching The Cosby Show. It's the episode where Cliff ate something he shouldn't have and is dreaming and there's a bunch of Muppets in it. Remember that one? Good stuff.

 

Not to be confused with the episode where Cliff ate something bad and dreamt that he was giving birth to a submarine sandwich.