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Came home from school to find a message from an employer I had submitted a resume to. They want to interview me tomorrow.....the pay is right in my range, they're flexible, etc. Fingers crossed for me, and fingers crossed that my former employer has finally learned how to give a legal reference. 
Anyone know Quickbooks? It's one  of the programs they use a lot...heh

Still busting my ass getting stuff ready for signature before my boss takes off for xmas...had computer problems yesterday, so I was working last night to make up for it. I didn't mind; I was working from home. My kitties were hating it though...."Pay attention to us now, beeyotch!"

**sigh***

Back to work!

Feeling much better today! I got a good night's sleep, and that did wonders. It's been really cold here at night, and so my two kitties have been camped out on the foot of the bed. I tuck my feet under them to stay warm. This works out great for the first couple of hours, and then it feels like my feet are trapped under two blocks of lead! Both of my feet went numb, so I shifted around and fell back asleep until it was time to get up. 

I'm feeling much better about things and am ready to tackle some work. I have to drop off a lot of stuff for Dr. signature this afternoon, so I'm haulin' ass and getting stuff done.

I have a really sore leg muscle from my milage on Saturday, so I'm going to continue to take care of that as well. Ouch!

Here are my two kitties!

Dustin, 16 (on skateboard), and Albert, 13!


Both of these are candids...I walked into the living room to find Dustin hanging out on my skateboard; I offered him a treat to perk him up a little. 

I was in the other room and walked into the kitchen to find Albert sacked out in the fruit bowl. He normally has a much sweeter expression, but he had just woke up and wasn't thrilled to be greeted by a camera!

Bask if you will, in the feline cuteness!

Edit: The fruit bowl has since been retired. I love my kitties, but once Albert crashed in the bowl, it became his and his alone. ^..^

Ok; math exam out of the way. it didn't go as badly as I was thinking it would. I had a chance to meet with my prof. beforehand to go over some of the formulas that were making me crazy. Thank dog I have one of those profs. that is supportive of her students and wants them to be confident in the material.  =)

The mid-term is in three weeks, so I have to get all my notes together and to get going. Between this monster 5-unit class and work, I've been holed up at home like a hermit. I need to send up a flare to let friends and loved ones know I'm still alive!

I'm just glad the exam is over; math is not my strong suit, so it's a real time-whore when it comes to studying and doing classwork. Will budget for some tutoring next semester; it will be a must if I'm to get thru the next section!

I took my first math quiz of the semester today. Since it was online, we had three chances to take it, and the prof would credit the highest score. Even with that cushion, it was a bitch. Nailed it on the third try and got 90%. Woot! I had forgotten how stressful this stuff is....
I handled it much better when I was 10 years younger. Jeebis!

One down, 15 more to go.

I decided to go back to school this fall to pick up some badly-needed math credits. I had forgotten that school involves taking an oath of poverty, and I had also forgotten how badly I suck at math. Presently struggling through math homework online.  Jeebis! I'm brain-fried and so discouraged. 

I'm glad my prof is really cool; she said we can always email her or stop by on campus during her office hours. Thank dog the comuter software breaks it all down for us math-impaired people(mathtards?). I would be screwed without it. I work full-time, but I plan on stopping by and talking with my prof. about some of the problems that have given me headaches. 

Had I not been stoned for most of my senior year in high school, I would have paid better attention in math....ah, well! Glad those days are behind me.

Hokay....sounds like it's time for a little education as to what constitues "Precious".

A relative of mine is a counselor. She subscribes to the "Baybeess are preciousss!" School of thought. Erghh..

Ok, let's suppose you knew someone who  had no descernible social skills or graces, had no concept of manners or conscience, had no ehtical code or moral compass, who literally sucked the life out of it's host and continues to do so to other people, who lies in it's own waste with no protest or indication of discomfort, who has no communication skills other than rudimentary sounds, who continually takes from it's environment both physically and metaphorically with no desire for and concept of reciprocity, shows no remorse when commits an act considered socially unacceptable according to the mores of it's culture,  smiles reflexively with no discrimination as to who the person is and their intention, who cannot function independently,  and who knows no psychological, physical and/or social boundaries. If that entity were an adult, we would call that entity a vegetable, a leech on society, and a host of other unfavorable terms, but since the entity is a baybeee, people overlook the above and call it "Precious". 

Ergghh...there is nothing precious about a drooling, crapping, pissing, shrieking, parasite that drains the resources and energy of all who encounter it.  They have no redeeming social value. At least adults who are in a vegetative state due to accident or illness have had a prior life of meaning and contribution. Can't say the same for infants. Let's call a spade a spade and refer to infants how they really are: Parasite, sprog, shit cannon, howler monkey, cunt muffin, etc. but "Precious"........ um, no.

I'm back at school, making yet another attempt at the math courses needed in order to finally finish my degree. Last night was orientation for the online math course I would be taking. It was a chance to go over everything, and to meet the prof., who we would only see twice throughout the semester. I had heard about this prof., and was looking forward to taking her class. 

I had never met her before, only heard about her and her fairness...yay!
Anyway, she came into the classroom; bald under an Old Navy baseball cap. It just blew me away; I had friends who had undergone chemo and they were not out and about; they were at home puking off the side-effects. She gave her introductory speil; at one point she said, "......I would teach more classes, but my schedule is screwed up this semester.  I have cancer and I have chemo every Thurs. and will do so for the next year. Life goes on and that's the way it is. I will be doing this for a year, so it would be stupid for me to stop what I'm doing. "

Wow. Just wow. I have seen up close what chemo can do to people, and it ain't nice. For someone to not break stride while on chemo is awesome in my book. I looked at my prof., in her early 40's, and wondered how she gets thru chemo each Thursday, and if she ever gets scared, and, how do her kids feel about it all(they're young teens), and what it must be like to be in her shoes. She just fuckin' blew me away with her no-nonsense attiude. I loved it! No wonder she takes no shit, no excuses when it comes to missing a quiz or mid term.  No pleas for sympathy, no casting herself in the role of hero or martyr, just business as usual. She rocks!

I wish her continued strength in the months to come.