I DO TOO WORK SARA!!!

Okay, so Sara doubts me actually having a job. Lets explore this some more... I have a job, that I go to, Monday through Friday, its actually been pretty stressful lately. I haven't blogged or anything lately cuz MY FREAKIN JOB has been keeping me busy non stop lately. AND my one complaint is: WHY THE HELL WASN'T THE OTHER DIRECTOR AS BUSY AS I AM? So yeah, thats my excuse and I've been meaning to get on here lately to blog but even my free time isn't so free anymore.

So I had 2, count em TWO, meetings scheduled on Friday the 13th. The first one was with the President of our fine institution, and lasted all of 2 hours. In the end we got what we really wanted and no one got fired, especially me (my "probationary" period ended on Feb 3). The second one was scheduled at 2pm. Lets back up a second. My day started off at 6 am, I woke up, got ready, reported to work at 7 am, yeah thats Seven in the Goddam Morning. I was in a flurry of paperwork, followed by an hour long commute to the main office, a journey I know too well at this point. So I get there, start signing everyones timesheets and a stack of purchase requisitions (which I should start reading through cuz what if my assistant director is syphoning money through these purchase requisitions) and then I had an impromptu staff meeting. At around 10:40 or so, all of my department piled in to our cars, and formed an Adult Education caravan to the Administration Building across town. We arrived, went into the presidents office, and sat. I feared that this meeting would end how it had the previous Friday when the President failed to show because his secretary failed to notify him that I had confirmed the meeting because she was out all week - GO Figure... So we had the meeting and it went well.

The next meeting, scheduled at 2pm didnt happen. Freakin 2pm came and went, and at twenty after the lady called, "Hey sorry I can't make it, lets reschedule for next week okay? I totally forgot that I was supposed to meet with you and I'm on my way to(wherever she was goin)..." My response was "well I had to travel an hour one way to get here so what ever time we re-schedule lets make sure we can both show up because I can't be taking time to travel 2 hours out here..." Her response to my response "okay, well how does Thursday at 1 pm sound? I'm sorry but I totally spaced it out" Okay, that sounds fine (as I grit my teeth). So I gave everyone the rest of the day off, which was a dumbass move because everyone else got to go home as I had an hours drive back to my office.

So the past few weeks have been, well just great - not really. Today is actually a day where I have nothing scheduled, I haven't had any calls, I can pretty much relax for now, just today. I have a packet of review information to send off by next Monday so I'll have to get to work on that and then community-based meetings on Tuesday night (which takes place at a small town 2 hours away where our future new center will be) and then online training Wednesday and Thursday. (this all goes down NEXT week). Ohh big news in Gtown, an underage drinking party was busted Friday night and all of the 10 participants were cited, thats big news for our town.

I had a really good post that I was going to do last week entitled " Crumby Weekend, Amy Winehouse and the 80's shoe salesman " but unfortunately all hell broke loose at the office and I wasn't able to do so. So heres a brief synopsis of the post that could have been. I like Amy Winehouse's new song with Mark Ronson called Valarie. I am a bit confused on the point of view of the song, from a female perspective I would assume Ms. Winehouse is a lesbian but if it were written from a male perspective than it's about a man wanting his squeeze to come on over, Valarie. I dont know why I like her songs... I guess its the use of actual instruments on the tracks. Reminiscent of the songs from the 60's with an edgier twist. I grew up with Baby Boomer parents so I was stuck listening to "Golden Oldies" on those long car rides here and there. Who cares if you're a coke whore slut, Amy Winehouse, dammit I like your music, keep it up, just dont die, because then it would become a sad tradgedy. So the other day (this was last weekend) I was in Sioux Falls, I went into a particular shoe retailer. Well this guy (a shoesalesman I assume) greeted my father and I at the door and proceeded to follow us around the store, rather creepily might I add. He wasn't the typical shoe salesman who is right behind you and waits on you hand and foot. He sort of hovered there, just out of sight around a corner but within ear shot. And when I might say "what do you thing about these ones (to my father)" he would whip around from his hiding place and start to tell you why this shoe wasn't the right one for you, that you needed a more expensive brand. So this kept up and finally, rather annoyed, I said I'm just looking right now, I dont see anything I want... So he left, but not really, he still kept spying on us occaisionally reappearing at an opportun moments. Finally, I spotted a pair that I wanted to try on, they were Timberland casual dress shoes, brown, nothing spectacular. And I was about to ask a sales woman just a few isles down when all of a sudden, the creepy guy was behind me and snatched the display shoe out of my hand and asked what size I wanted it in... I gave him my size and bam he was gone. There were certain qualities that added to his creepiness. He had a mix between a mullet and a white-man's gericurl. He was full on business up front and party in the back. And he had an ear ring as well. I swear there was a hint of eye make up, i dont know what you call the stuff that goes around the eyes but yea, I'm sure there was some on the dude... SO I ended up buying the $100 shoes, which are comfortable. Thanks 80's Dude!

Okay so I guess I've blogged enough today, I've had to stop and start 3 times now so I'll wrap it up here. I'm looking at volanteonline.com enviously watching a video about the new student center at USD - damn them...
Later
Adios