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Lake and Minnehaha
When I became cognizant that I'd been yelling on the internet all morning (challenging ignorance and misguided thinking and blocking racists), I knew it was time for action.
I caught several videos of the police throwing tear gas, flash bangs, and shooting rubber bullets at everyone. I was there until they mobilized the national guard to move all the cops out of the precinct. They gave up on it and let the few people who were feeling especially angry destroy it.
There was zero police presence until people started throwing water bottles at several already-broken windows. They were on the roof and in the precinct though, and when the front fence came down (again, 1 or 2 people did this), they suddenly appeared and launched tear gas into the crowd. That was the only time we were caught by surprise (as in, the remaining times we could move out of the way more quickly), but everyone there was prepared to deal with it. Lots of baking soda/water, marshalls ready to help people out and give first aid. I got it worst in my eyes, Bethany inhaled a lot of it. We were wearing masks and both have glasses, so it helped some. We were in short sleeves, but I'd brought a long-sleeved shirt just in case. The tear gas started a lot earlier than I expected it to, so my arms and hands were burning all night, but it was manageable.
Tear gas is actually a fine powder, not a gas, and it settles in any secretions and targets a specific pain receptor. It tastes sour and acrid.
As per the norm at protests, 95% of people were peaceful. Honestly a lot of the protest was quiet standing there, punctuated by chants and cheers and righteous yelling. People were offering each other water and first aid and checking in. A lot.
There was destruction. I am most suspicious of a large fire that occurred on the block, but outside of the protest zone. It was a bad fire.
There were two or three people who, as darkness fell and the officers settled on the lawn behind the fence, started hurling rocks and other small objects. That was a great excuse to start launching rubber bullets into the crowd and pushed everyone behind the Target fence and trees for a bit while they refortified. I was most scared of the bullets whizzing by. I actually have a video earlier on where we're all standing a safe distance, but one of the rock throwers was to my left, and you can HEAR the high-speed bullet on my camera fly by me.
My ears hurt from all the flash-bangs, but starting from around 9:30p, Bethany and I kept on the side of our escape route if we needed to run. I'd parked 2.5 miles away, near where George Floyd was murdered. The wind was working with us for the tear gas, and there were plenty of traffic cones to cover them with. I only saw two people get maced through the fence, and they were both white teenage girls? young adults? At any rate, they did not seem at all subdued in their rage.
We left when they mobilized the national guard (who were waiting in the parking lot), because we thought they were coming in for crowd control, but it turns out they might have just been evacuating the cops and abandoning the building. I still had an hour drive to bring Bethany home, and another hour back to my house. Then I stayed up until 3:30 because how could I not?
This morning my boss asked us to give a wellbeing check-in. Trent called in today for his mental health - still not sure what his beliefs are. He took a half day to clean up Lake St. and the presentation of him saying that makes me feel like he's more worried about the businesses than the lives lost. I hope I'm misinterpreting. Several other people stayed up late as well, tracking the progress. There is a lot of rumors of Proud boys and other assholes coming up to incite chaos, and that's another reason we left when we did. We didn't want to be witness to that.
I imagine today will be more locked down than other days (see the CNN reporter arrested on basically the exact spot I was standing for much of yesterday), but efforts will probably galvanize for the weekend? Not sure what's going to happen next.
https://instagram.com/p/CAwzCI0pntYHere are some pictures from last night.
I caught several videos of the police throwing tear gas, flash bangs, and shooting rubber bullets at everyone. I was there until they mobilized the national guard to move all the cops out of the precinct. They gave up on it and let the few people who were feeling especially angry destroy it.
There was zero police presence until people started throwing water bottles at several already-broken windows. They were on the roof and in the precinct though, and when the front fence came down (again, 1 or 2 people did this), they suddenly appeared and launched tear gas into the crowd. That was the only time we were caught by surprise (as in, the remaining times we could move out of the way more quickly), but everyone there was prepared to deal with it. Lots of baking soda/water, marshalls ready to help people out and give first aid. I got it worst in my eyes, Bethany inhaled a lot of it. We were wearing masks and both have glasses, so it helped some. We were in short sleeves, but I'd brought a long-sleeved shirt just in case. The tear gas started a lot earlier than I expected it to, so my arms and hands were burning all night, but it was manageable.
Tear gas is actually a fine powder, not a gas, and it settles in any secretions and targets a specific pain receptor. It tastes sour and acrid.
As per the norm at protests, 95% of people were peaceful. Honestly a lot of the protest was quiet standing there, punctuated by chants and cheers and righteous yelling. People were offering each other water and first aid and checking in. A lot.
There was destruction. I am most suspicious of a large fire that occurred on the block, but outside of the protest zone. It was a bad fire.
There were two or three people who, as darkness fell and the officers settled on the lawn behind the fence, started hurling rocks and other small objects. That was a great excuse to start launching rubber bullets into the crowd and pushed everyone behind the Target fence and trees for a bit while they refortified. I was most scared of the bullets whizzing by. I actually have a video earlier on where we're all standing a safe distance, but one of the rock throwers was to my left, and you can HEAR the high-speed bullet on my camera fly by me.
My ears hurt from all the flash-bangs, but starting from around 9:30p, Bethany and I kept on the side of our escape route if we needed to run. I'd parked 2.5 miles away, near where George Floyd was murdered. The wind was working with us for the tear gas, and there were plenty of traffic cones to cover them with. I only saw two people get maced through the fence, and they were both white teenage girls? young adults? At any rate, they did not seem at all subdued in their rage.
We left when they mobilized the national guard (who were waiting in the parking lot), because we thought they were coming in for crowd control, but it turns out they might have just been evacuating the cops and abandoning the building. I still had an hour drive to bring Bethany home, and another hour back to my house. Then I stayed up until 3:30 because how could I not?
This morning my boss asked us to give a wellbeing check-in. Trent called in today for his mental health - still not sure what his beliefs are. He took a half day to clean up Lake St. and the presentation of him saying that makes me feel like he's more worried about the businesses than the lives lost. I hope I'm misinterpreting. Several other people stayed up late as well, tracking the progress. There is a lot of rumors of Proud boys and other assholes coming up to incite chaos, and that's another reason we left when we did. We didn't want to be witness to that.
I imagine today will be more locked down than other days (see the CNN reporter arrested on basically the exact spot I was standing for much of yesterday), but efforts will probably galvanize for the weekend? Not sure what's going to happen next.
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Down
So fucking upset at George Floyd's murder.
His murderer, Derek Chauvin, lives in my suburb, and is married to one of the agents who works at Re/Max with Courtney. We're all tied so closely with terrible people. Racism is everywhere, and we are all complicit. Chauvin has been involved in SEVERAL shootings, and not once held accountable. It was only a matter of time before he killed someone in cold blood. Tou Thao also has a history of aligning himself with white supremacy, not seeing how he is a pawn and will be no more valued than the people he harms for the "cause."
I didn't join in the protests yesterday, mostly because we were in a tornado warning with a huge storm so I assumed it was bad weather everywhere and thought efforts were dispersed.
I fired off a bunch of contacts demanding justice. Most news outlets are supportive of Floyd, but the video is being shared EVERYWHERE and it's so inappropriate to do. Trauma porn is not okay. Devaluing black bodies is not okay.
I didn't really sleep last night, so I called in today to get a few hours.
His murderer, Derek Chauvin, lives in my suburb, and is married to one of the agents who works at Re/Max with Courtney. We're all tied so closely with terrible people. Racism is everywhere, and we are all complicit. Chauvin has been involved in SEVERAL shootings, and not once held accountable. It was only a matter of time before he killed someone in cold blood. Tou Thao also has a history of aligning himself with white supremacy, not seeing how he is a pawn and will be no more valued than the people he harms for the "cause."
I didn't join in the protests yesterday, mostly because we were in a tornado warning with a huge storm so I assumed it was bad weather everywhere and thought efforts were dispersed.
I fired off a bunch of contacts demanding justice. Most news outlets are supportive of Floyd, but the video is being shared EVERYWHERE and it's so inappropriate to do. Trauma porn is not okay. Devaluing black bodies is not okay.
I didn't really sleep last night, so I called in today to get a few hours.
Emotion
The U has been sending updates as needed regarding travel and precautions regarding Coronavirus (referred to as COVID-19). In this most recent email, after reporting that travel abroad programs to South Korea and China are suspended through the summer, the U also provided links and additional suggestions, reminding the community that there have been no suspected cases in Minnesota.
At the end of the email, there was the following text:
"We recognize this is a stressful situation for many of you. As we move forward with our public health response, please remember that viruses do not discriminate and neither should we as a campus community. Though we have no confirmed cases on our campuses, many are still affected by COVID-19 in very personal ways. Be compassionate to those affected. Do not let fear lead to inappropriate assumptions."
Knowing what I know of how communications are developed and drawn up, I think the Unversity did a decent job here just bringing the humanity piece into the picture, and it made me feel a lot of feelings. Especially having been exposed to some really shitty, insidiously (and in some cases, overtly) racist garbage opinions/statements by people who work at the University. I feel protective of our students and marginalized people in general, and hate the continuous discrimination of various Asian populations here, COVID-19 or not.
I'm a bit in my feelings today.
At the end of the email, there was the following text:
"We recognize this is a stressful situation for many of you. As we move forward with our public health response, please remember that viruses do not discriminate and neither should we as a campus community. Though we have no confirmed cases on our campuses, many are still affected by COVID-19 in very personal ways. Be compassionate to those affected. Do not let fear lead to inappropriate assumptions."
Knowing what I know of how communications are developed and drawn up, I think the Unversity did a decent job here just bringing the humanity piece into the picture, and it made me feel a lot of feelings. Especially having been exposed to some really shitty, insidiously (and in some cases, overtly) racist garbage opinions/statements by people who work at the University. I feel protective of our students and marginalized people in general, and hate the continuous discrimination of various Asian populations here, COVID-19 or not.
I'm a bit in my feelings today.
Avoiding a strike and watching an MRA film
Uh, so the depression is still here, weighing me down.
You guys missed a lot of drama in my life because I was too wrapped up in my depression to ass myself to write, but we almost went on strike. There were two straight weeks of intensity in this area, with our union voting 82% in favor of a strike (and 2/3 of our 3,200 teachers voted), and the district and union duking it out over funds. They had all-day mediation sessions for 10 days straight, including over this weekend. It was very stressful not knowing whether we were walking or not. A lot more stressful than I expected, being in limbo. They finally reached a tentative deal at 2am this morning:
I'll update you guys when hopefully tomorrow I get to see what kind of deal was reached that apparently doesn't add to the deficit, because the whole problem was that the district said they were willing to shell out $2 million and the union was asking for $159 million over two years (lol). How they narrowed that gap while getting what we wanted has got to be some sort of magic. I'd typically be more suspicious because LAST TIME we had a contract up, we ended up getting offered more pay and literally nothing else that mattered, when that's not even what we were fighting for in the first place (that time we authorized a strike vote but never voted). This time we have a new union president and a new superintendent and I trust Nick more and that he fought tooth and nail to make this happen - hell, we almost had the first strike in our district since 1946 (which happens to have been the first organized teacher strike in the US, btw) and we have the largest district in the state.
On the work note, I can feel the crushing weight of me not doing well at my job - that is, the paperwork. I'm TIRED. ....Okay, yeah it's the depression. Struggling pretty hard over here to breathe. All I do is sleep basically. My social media consumption - particularly Facebook - increased a hundred fold since Christmas, as scrolling is definitely an escape mechanism, a way to be awake without having thoughts, etc. I finally acknowledged that this weekend, and now I'm not allowing myself to scroll anymore. Cold turkey.
One interesting thing I did was watch The Red Pill, a men's rights activist (MRA) propaganda film that my dad asked me to view and report back with my opinions. I went into it with a really defensive posture, super anxious and tight-chested. I didn't read anything about it beforehand because I wanted to keep an open mind - it was a 50/50 shot that my dad was being genuine vs trying to piss me off. Because it's a propaganda film, it was actually presented with a strong sympathetic overlay for the MRA leaders in the film, which helped ease me into the insanity. They want to take the edge off their hatred and reputation, so they were depicted as reasonable and honest-to-god misunderstood - no one can deny the fact that men do face real issues with regards to alimony, child custody, child support, homelessness and domestic violence! Those are legitimate men's issues.
There are plenty of articles about the film that you can read online - almost all of them angry or mocking, which, ironically, plays into the film's narrative that feminism is a frothing, brainwashing, extremist movement that devalues men - so I won't summarize it any further here. However, I did have to explain to my dad that the primary problem with the film is that the leaders and general followers of MRA are actually just woman-haters. And they don't want to bring men UP, they want to bring women DOWN. They present themselves in the movie as normal humans just trying to bring about equity, when in fact their day-to-day proseletyzing is in strong favor of actively abusing women.
My dad is just ignorant and misinformed. He means well, but he's been the unfortunate recipient of a lot of situations that make him completely not understand the plight of actual minorities. For example, he doesn't understand profiling because he considers himself Mexican and because he's Data from Star Trek and doesn't comprehend racial bias. He IS half-Mexican.. but he LOOKS white. NO ONE would see him and think Mexican. Sorry. When he's filling out a race/ethnicity card, he should do like me - ethncity: Hispanic, race: white. It's the truth. He also has experienced child support issues (though I'd argue his was more annoyance that my mom got the funds and not me and my sister directly), and his ex-wife Pam abused him. So he's experienced some of the things that are reasonably discussed in the movie. I did tell him I'd like to know more about his experiences with these issues, since I've only really ever heard my mom's side of anything. My dad was always very good at not letting his relationship with my mom impact our time together and never made it my problem.
I think it's a lot like when the Tea Party first became a Thing. He thought, Oh my god, fellow Americans who believe like me! He of course is the physical embodiment of the character of Ron Swanson (albeit with less humor and mustache), and the Tea Party proved to be too radical for him. Because he is staunchly anti-liberal, he has likely never seen the horror that is the general MRA. If he spent some time on those MRA forums, I can guarantee he'd be sickened and say they were a bunch of wackadoos. But it's encouraging that he's trying to find SOME group to be a part of and learn more, even if it's down the wrong path for now. The good news about my dad is that he is not one to be bought over with tricks and lies. If he continues down the MRA road he'll realize the error and move on.
You guys missed a lot of drama in my life because I was too wrapped up in my depression to ass myself to write, but we almost went on strike. There were two straight weeks of intensity in this area, with our union voting 82% in favor of a strike (and 2/3 of our 3,200 teachers voted), and the district and union duking it out over funds. They had all-day mediation sessions for 10 days straight, including over this weekend. It was very stressful not knowing whether we were walking or not. A lot more stressful than I expected, being in limbo. They finally reached a tentative deal at 2am this morning:
I'll update you guys when hopefully tomorrow I get to see what kind of deal was reached that apparently doesn't add to the deficit, because the whole problem was that the district said they were willing to shell out $2 million and the union was asking for $159 million over two years (lol). How they narrowed that gap while getting what we wanted has got to be some sort of magic. I'd typically be more suspicious because LAST TIME we had a contract up, we ended up getting offered more pay and literally nothing else that mattered, when that's not even what we were fighting for in the first place (that time we authorized a strike vote but never voted). This time we have a new union president and a new superintendent and I trust Nick more and that he fought tooth and nail to make this happen - hell, we almost had the first strike in our district since 1946 (which happens to have been the first organized teacher strike in the US, btw) and we have the largest district in the state.
On the work note, I can feel the crushing weight of me not doing well at my job - that is, the paperwork. I'm TIRED. ....Okay, yeah it's the depression. Struggling pretty hard over here to breathe. All I do is sleep basically. My social media consumption - particularly Facebook - increased a hundred fold since Christmas, as scrolling is definitely an escape mechanism, a way to be awake without having thoughts, etc. I finally acknowledged that this weekend, and now I'm not allowing myself to scroll anymore. Cold turkey.
One interesting thing I did was watch The Red Pill, a men's rights activist (MRA) propaganda film that my dad asked me to view and report back with my opinions. I went into it with a really defensive posture, super anxious and tight-chested. I didn't read anything about it beforehand because I wanted to keep an open mind - it was a 50/50 shot that my dad was being genuine vs trying to piss me off. Because it's a propaganda film, it was actually presented with a strong sympathetic overlay for the MRA leaders in the film, which helped ease me into the insanity. They want to take the edge off their hatred and reputation, so they were depicted as reasonable and honest-to-god misunderstood - no one can deny the fact that men do face real issues with regards to alimony, child custody, child support, homelessness and domestic violence! Those are legitimate men's issues.
There are plenty of articles about the film that you can read online - almost all of them angry or mocking, which, ironically, plays into the film's narrative that feminism is a frothing, brainwashing, extremist movement that devalues men - so I won't summarize it any further here. However, I did have to explain to my dad that the primary problem with the film is that the leaders and general followers of MRA are actually just woman-haters. And they don't want to bring men UP, they want to bring women DOWN. They present themselves in the movie as normal humans just trying to bring about equity, when in fact their day-to-day proseletyzing is in strong favor of actively abusing women.
My dad is just ignorant and misinformed. He means well, but he's been the unfortunate recipient of a lot of situations that make him completely not understand the plight of actual minorities. For example, he doesn't understand profiling because he considers himself Mexican and because he's Data from Star Trek and doesn't comprehend racial bias. He IS half-Mexican.. but he LOOKS white. NO ONE would see him and think Mexican. Sorry. When he's filling out a race/ethnicity card, he should do like me - ethncity: Hispanic, race: white. It's the truth. He also has experienced child support issues (though I'd argue his was more annoyance that my mom got the funds and not me and my sister directly), and his ex-wife Pam abused him. So he's experienced some of the things that are reasonably discussed in the movie. I did tell him I'd like to know more about his experiences with these issues, since I've only really ever heard my mom's side of anything. My dad was always very good at not letting his relationship with my mom impact our time together and never made it my problem.
I think it's a lot like when the Tea Party first became a Thing. He thought, Oh my god, fellow Americans who believe like me! He of course is the physical embodiment of the character of Ron Swanson (albeit with less humor and mustache), and the Tea Party proved to be too radical for him. Because he is staunchly anti-liberal, he has likely never seen the horror that is the general MRA. If he spent some time on those MRA forums, I can guarantee he'd be sickened and say they were a bunch of wackadoos. But it's encouraging that he's trying to find SOME group to be a part of and learn more, even if it's down the wrong path for now. The good news about my dad is that he is not one to be bought over with tricks and lies. If he continues down the MRA road he'll realize the error and move on.
Complete BS, otherwise known as The State Shutdown
You may not know this, as I am unsure about how much national news publicity MN has been getting for this crap, but on July 1st, Minnesota had not reached a budget agreement, and per our law, the state government shut down, with exclusions that were agreed upon last-minute (such as Medicaid, Group Residential housing, and medication assistance). We have been shut down for 14 long, annoying days, and today they say they MIGHT be reaching an angry agreement.
This is such crap. It affects a hell of a lot of people (with like 20-some thousand state workers without jobs right now and so many social service programs shut down), and it even affects me! I lost my whole wallet the week before Distant Worlds, and I have been without a license for almost a month. I squeezed into the DMV before the shutdown, but a paper copy is really only good in case I get pulled over. But Miller had to pull its beer from the shelves, bars and other establishments haven't been able to renew THEIR licenses, Canterbury (huge racing track) had to close, the economy is falling apart even MORE and all because some idiots in the government couldn't agree on a budget.
The point is, Minnesota is the ONLY state to be stupid enough to SHUT. DOWN. during one of these debacles. Ugh. Hate.
Here's a recent link if you're interested:
http://finance.yahoo.com/news/Minnesota-governor-makes-rb-2686692968.html?x=0&sec=topStories&pos=9&asset=&ccode=
Complete BS, otherwise known as The State Shutdown
You may not know this, as I am unsure about how much national news publicity MN has been getting for this crap, but on July 1st, Minnesota had not reached a budget agreement, and per our law, the state government shut down, with exclusions that were agreed upon last-minute (such as Medicaid, Group Residential housing, and medication assistance). We have been shut down for 14 long, annoying days, and today they say they MIGHT be reaching an angry agreement.
This is such crap. It affects a hell of a lot of people (with like 20-some thousand state workers without jobs right now and so many social service programs shut down), and it even affects me! I lost my whole wallet the week before Distant Worlds, and I have been without a license for almost a month. I squeezed into the DMV before the shutdown, but a paper copy is really only good in case I get pulled over. But Miller had to pull its beer from the shelves, bars and other establishments haven't been able to renew THEIR licenses, Canterbury (huge racing track) had to close, the economy is falling apart even MORE and all because some idiots in the government couldn't agree on a budget.
The point is, Minnesota is the ONLY state to be stupid enough to SHUT. DOWN. during one of these debacles. Ugh. Hate.
Here's a recent link if you're interested:
http://finance.yahoo.com/news/Minnesota-governor-makes-rb-2686692968.html?x=0&sec=topStories&pos=9&asset=&ccode=
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"Too much of anything is too much..."
I am far too sensitive these last couple days. It does nothing but cause trouble.
I saw an article on yahoo today that discusses some men being charged with crimes committed in Afghanistan, such as murdering civilians and keeping body parts as prizes, and I find it highly amusing - this is my shortening of the article:
"Up to 12 men are being charged with atrocious crimes in Afghanistan."
"But they may not have done it!!!!!"
"Regardless, it hurts America's already lowering rep."
"Yeah but... it might not be true."
"Well it appears to be true."
"Only it's OBVIOUSLY not the behavior of the majority of the military so... let it go."
"No. This shouldn't happen they should be protecting over there."
"Yes, drop it. America is good and just."
"We'll see."
"Yes. We'll see."
Ah, cautious reporting at its finest.
I'm chilly. I got some great news yesterday - next Wednesday Steve is moving to overnights! Wooo. He'll start/end a few hours earlier than I will, but it will be waaaaay better than the way it is now! ^_^ They're even giving him Monday and Tuesday off to "fix" his schedule, assuming he doesn't already stay up all night. How nice! My job was the opposite - made me ruin my sleep schedule in order to come in for a full week of training and then threw me back into overnights. Hahaha! Anyway, this is really good, because I'm sick of cycling when it comes to coping with such a lack of boyfriend/friend/not all alone time. It really messes with everything!
So far I'm enjoying school well enough. I have my ex-coworker from the middle school, Ana, there with me, and our group for projects is me, her, and two other women she has in other classes. It seems a few people dropped the class, so there are only like 11 or 12 of us in the class now. But it provides some good laughs and discussion time. And as much as I complain about how professors waste my time, when this professor shuts her trap and lets us work on things, I get really stimulated and into discussion. It helps I'm already in the field so I can apply the stuff pretty well, too. I told Ana when we turned in our resumes that I wouldn't have to change anything because I have a sweet-ass resume (and have had like 100 jobs, half of which apply to my field). My bravado was 60% comedy, but when she handed back our resumes she loudly commented how impressive mine was, and only wants me to moved the dates of employment from the right side to the left. I laughed pretty heartily at the compliment. My annoying superior attitude and resume are exactly WHY I get jobs, though. I MAY be a touch big-headed and overconfident, and I totally see that. But it works for snagging interviews and landing jobs! Oh! Which reminds me. That job at my mom's work she wanted me to apply to right before I got this position? I got an email from the HR lady and it said, "While your skills are certainly impressive..." pahahaha! I've never seen a rejection letter start like that. I told Mom either way it'd be hard for me to get an interview there simply because my resume really only highlights my Human Services work and the position I was applying for was like a receptionist/desk type. Amusing.
TGIF. Off to work on my scarf and watch more That 70's Show. Ta!
I saw an article on yahoo today that discusses some men being charged with crimes committed in Afghanistan, such as murdering civilians and keeping body parts as prizes, and I find it highly amusing - this is my shortening of the article:
"Up to 12 men are being charged with atrocious crimes in Afghanistan."
"But they may not have done it!!!!!"
"Regardless, it hurts America's already lowering rep."
"Yeah but... it might not be true."
"Well it appears to be true."
"Only it's OBVIOUSLY not the behavior of the majority of the military so... let it go."
"No. This shouldn't happen they should be protecting over there."
"Yes, drop it. America is good and just."
"We'll see."
"Yes. We'll see."
Ah, cautious reporting at its finest.
I'm chilly. I got some great news yesterday - next Wednesday Steve is moving to overnights! Wooo. He'll start/end a few hours earlier than I will, but it will be waaaaay better than the way it is now! ^_^ They're even giving him Monday and Tuesday off to "fix" his schedule, assuming he doesn't already stay up all night. How nice! My job was the opposite - made me ruin my sleep schedule in order to come in for a full week of training and then threw me back into overnights. Hahaha! Anyway, this is really good, because I'm sick of cycling when it comes to coping with such a lack of boyfriend/friend/not all alone time. It really messes with everything!
So far I'm enjoying school well enough. I have my ex-coworker from the middle school, Ana, there with me, and our group for projects is me, her, and two other women she has in other classes. It seems a few people dropped the class, so there are only like 11 or 12 of us in the class now. But it provides some good laughs and discussion time. And as much as I complain about how professors waste my time, when this professor shuts her trap and lets us work on things, I get really stimulated and into discussion. It helps I'm already in the field so I can apply the stuff pretty well, too. I told Ana when we turned in our resumes that I wouldn't have to change anything because I have a sweet-ass resume (and have had like 100 jobs, half of which apply to my field). My bravado was 60% comedy, but when she handed back our resumes she loudly commented how impressive mine was, and only wants me to moved the dates of employment from the right side to the left. I laughed pretty heartily at the compliment. My annoying superior attitude and resume are exactly WHY I get jobs, though. I MAY be a touch big-headed and overconfident, and I totally see that. But it works for snagging interviews and landing jobs! Oh! Which reminds me. That job at my mom's work she wanted me to apply to right before I got this position? I got an email from the HR lady and it said, "While your skills are certainly impressive..." pahahaha! I've never seen a rejection letter start like that. I told Mom either way it'd be hard for me to get an interview there simply because my resume really only highlights my Human Services work and the position I was applying for was like a receptionist/desk type. Amusing.
TGIF. Off to work on my scarf and watch more That 70's Show. Ta!
Entry tags:
"Too much of anything is too much..."
I am far too sensitive these last couple days. It does nothing but cause trouble.
I saw an article on yahoo today that discusses some men being charged with crimes committed in Afghanistan, such as murdering civilians and keeping body parts as prizes, and I find it highly amusing - this is my shortening of the article:
"Up to 12 men are being charged with atrocious crimes in Afghanistan."
"But they may not have done it!!!!!"
"Regardless, it hurts America's already lowering rep."
"Yeah but... it might not be true."
"Well it appears to be true."
"Only it's OBVIOUSLY not the behavior of the majority of the military so... let it go."
"No. This shouldn't happen they should be protecting over there."
"Yes, drop it. America is good and just."
"We'll see."
"Yes. We'll see."
Ah, cautious reporting at its finest.
I'm chilly. I got some great news yesterday - next Wednesday Steve is moving to overnights! Wooo. He'll start/end a few hours earlier than I will, but it will be waaaaay better than the way it is now! ^_^ They're even giving him Monday and Tuesday off to "fix" his schedule, assuming he doesn't already stay up all night. How nice! My job was the opposite - made me ruin my sleep schedule in order to come in for a full week of training and then threw me back into overnights. Hahaha! Anyway, this is really good, because I'm sick of cycling when it comes to coping with such a lack of boyfriend/friend/not all alone time. It really messes with everything!
So far I'm enjoying school well enough. I have my ex-coworker from the middle school, Ana, there with me, and our group for projects is me, her, and two other women she has in other classes. It seems a few people dropped the class, so there are only like 11 or 12 of us in the class now. But it provides some good laughs and discussion time. And as much as I complain about how professors waste my time, when this professor shuts her trap and lets us work on things, I get really stimulated and into discussion. It helps I'm already in the field so I can apply the stuff pretty well, too. I told Ana when we turned in our resumes that I wouldn't have to change anything because I have a sweet-ass resume (and have had like 100 jobs, half of which apply to my field). My bravado was 60% comedy, but when she handed back our resumes she loudly commented how impressive mine was, and only wants me to moved the dates of employment from the right side to the left. I laughed pretty heartily at the compliment. My annoying superior attitude and resume are exactly WHY I get jobs, though. I MAY be a touch big-headed and overconfident, and I totally see that. But it works for snagging interviews and landing jobs! Oh! Which reminds me. That job at my mom's work she wanted me to apply to right before I got this position? I got an email from the HR lady and it said, "While your skills are certainly impressive..." pahahaha! I've never seen a rejection letter start like that. I told Mom either way it'd be hard for me to get an interview there simply because my resume really only highlights my Human Services work and the position I was applying for was like a receptionist/desk type. Amusing.
TGIF. Off to work on my scarf and watch more That 70's Show. Ta!
I saw an article on yahoo today that discusses some men being charged with crimes committed in Afghanistan, such as murdering civilians and keeping body parts as prizes, and I find it highly amusing - this is my shortening of the article:
"Up to 12 men are being charged with atrocious crimes in Afghanistan."
"But they may not have done it!!!!!"
"Regardless, it hurts America's already lowering rep."
"Yeah but... it might not be true."
"Well it appears to be true."
"Only it's OBVIOUSLY not the behavior of the majority of the military so... let it go."
"No. This shouldn't happen they should be protecting over there."
"Yes, drop it. America is good and just."
"We'll see."
"Yes. We'll see."
Ah, cautious reporting at its finest.
I'm chilly. I got some great news yesterday - next Wednesday Steve is moving to overnights! Wooo. He'll start/end a few hours earlier than I will, but it will be waaaaay better than the way it is now! ^_^ They're even giving him Monday and Tuesday off to "fix" his schedule, assuming he doesn't already stay up all night. How nice! My job was the opposite - made me ruin my sleep schedule in order to come in for a full week of training and then threw me back into overnights. Hahaha! Anyway, this is really good, because I'm sick of cycling when it comes to coping with such a lack of boyfriend/friend/not all alone time. It really messes with everything!
So far I'm enjoying school well enough. I have my ex-coworker from the middle school, Ana, there with me, and our group for projects is me, her, and two other women she has in other classes. It seems a few people dropped the class, so there are only like 11 or 12 of us in the class now. But it provides some good laughs and discussion time. And as much as I complain about how professors waste my time, when this professor shuts her trap and lets us work on things, I get really stimulated and into discussion. It helps I'm already in the field so I can apply the stuff pretty well, too. I told Ana when we turned in our resumes that I wouldn't have to change anything because I have a sweet-ass resume (and have had like 100 jobs, half of which apply to my field). My bravado was 60% comedy, but when she handed back our resumes she loudly commented how impressive mine was, and only wants me to moved the dates of employment from the right side to the left. I laughed pretty heartily at the compliment. My annoying superior attitude and resume are exactly WHY I get jobs, though. I MAY be a touch big-headed and overconfident, and I totally see that. But it works for snagging interviews and landing jobs! Oh! Which reminds me. That job at my mom's work she wanted me to apply to right before I got this position? I got an email from the HR lady and it said, "While your skills are certainly impressive..." pahahaha! I've never seen a rejection letter start like that. I told Mom either way it'd be hard for me to get an interview there simply because my resume really only highlights my Human Services work and the position I was applying for was like a receptionist/desk type. Amusing.
TGIF. Off to work on my scarf and watch more That 70's Show. Ta!