Numb Hunger

I have accidentally started a pattern of going to the dentist in the mid-morning, which means I am not allowed to eat anything until my hunger is insatiable.

Complaint

TV is completely thrown off when a person lives on the East Coast. I have certain times programed in my body about when I like to watch a bit of TV and now everything is wrong. Usually, there would be some good reruns on around 6pm and you would watch them knowing a better (prime-time) show comes on at 7pm. Now if I sit down to watch a bit of TV at 6pm, I have to wait 2 hours for anything good to be on. That is just too long. I don’t want to watch 2 hours of shows that I have most likely seen at some point in my life…but Eastern Time is getting the better of me. I feel like I have to wait for something good to come on to justify my watching TV, which means I am watching more boring TV than I want to. And if I happen to want to watch the 3nd hour of primetime? I have to wait until 10pm. Who stays up till 11pm watching normal TV and not just junk? East Coast people - which means they are tired for work in the morning. Or they are running late because they slept in and have to drive like crazy to get to work. I don’t like it.

I’m a Yale Spouse

meaning I get an offical Yale ID. I would post a picture of my smiling face here, but Tim tells me that is illegal.

The Largest Agricultural Fair in Connecticut

It’s true. We took part in the largest AgFair. The food is not nearly as good a State Fair food, but the animals were plentiful. We didn’t see many novelty animals, like the largest horse in the World or the fattest pig…but we saw all the crazy breeds of chickens. I always marvel at the chickens with the strange “hair” styles.

One of my favorite events was the pony pull. Smaller Clydesdale ponies pulling almost 2 tons of weight. TIm thought the garden tractor pull was better, but in my opinion that was loud and weird. Who supes up their lawn tractor? Who even needs a lawn tractor?

Anyone Have a Map?

On Thursday, I showed up to work and the guy I had been substituting for was there. He received his clearance and came into work. Too bad no one told me.

The principal was trying to work it out so I could stay on as a substitute, but there was no position or work for me to do, I was making bare minimum wage, and there was no time line for how long she could employ me. It was also clear that she did not like me asking such detail orientated questions. It was nice while it lasted, but it is no more. Tim and I will have to readjust to my new free schedule. My search continues.

Pricey Cavities

On Thursday night, Tim and I decided to go to an Eritrean restaurant, Caffe Addulis. We started with some lentil nachos and had a vegetarian platter to share. My first bite of our main course had some forgien object in it which ended up cracking my one filling in my mouth - which caused me great pain this summer since it had to be filled twice. The rock made such a loud crack in my mouth that it caused Tim and a few others to look at me strangely.

In college, I had a similar situation at the Bethel dining center. I was enjoying my rice and I bite into a pebble. Further investigation of my rice revealed 7 small pebbles.

Our inexpensive meal is about to turn expensive as I have to repair my tooth. Short of sueing the restaurant, which I wouldn’t do, there is no way to get any money from them. I think at least the meal should have been discounted.

Food Schmooze

According to the Food Schmooze hour on Connecticut NPR, the sauerkraut biz is trying to officially challenge Wednesday spaghetti night and make it REUBEN night. I didn’t know it was supposed to be spaghetti night, but I’m casting my vote for the rueben.

I just Feel so Behind

“You are,” said the friendly counselor who was checking in on me today. Since the guy I am a substitute for did not really come to work last year, everything that was left undone or done incorrectly from last year has piled over into this year…in addition to the numerous things that need to be done now. I hate knowing how many kids there are that need to to get in to see me and how quick I need to get them out the door so I can see the next kid.

Growing up in Montana

has taught me that a 45 minute commute to work is a short drive. It was no big deal to drive 45 minutes to go to Taco Bell, a movie, or the mall when I was in high school. Now I drive 45 minutes to work - it isn’t quite as fun as the previously mentioned acitivites, but it does bring in the bacon.

They’re a Little Desperate

People were so excited to see me on Friday. I was told that anybody certified was better than the gym teacher who was filling the postion until I arrived. I was ushered into “my” office while the other counselors are telling me that the absent counselor is a little unorganized and how great it will be if I could work on completing some of the undone things around the office. The desk was covered in papers and over a hundred students had been waiting to see their counselor (which is now me). I busied myself throwing papers away from three years ago and making lots of appointments to see kids on Monday. I have decided that I will always file papers immediately from now on. The computer system they use is extremely outdated for a large school and I will be learning the system as kids come in. As of now, I will be working on fixing schedules and making sure the seniors are taking all the right classes so they can graduate. It is hard to know if I will be able to build any relationships or run groups since I could be done with my job at any time. Though most people I talked with on Friday seemed to think I would be staying a while.