My bruise is really shaping up nicely, but unfortunately the pictures I took for this blog post didn't turn out so hot. Ah well.
So it's Wednesday night and the start of my weekend. Yes, I have tomorrow and Friday off. Woot. Today was actually only supposed to be a half day - 8 to 12:30, but I ended up staying until 2:00. Oh well. I was still able to meet up with a friend for a meal and coffee afterward - super fun. Then I hit Target and PetSmart. I dropped 100 bones at PetSmart, and my purchases further underscore how much my dog is pissing me off. I bought some spray called "No Dig," pills that are supposed to keep your dog from eating his own shit (yes, it's a taboo problem we've kept quiet from you), a couple brushes and a lint roller to battle his horrendous shedding, beef hooves to keep his ass busy, and of course food to keep him alive so that he can continue to piss me off. I almost bought a giant pinch collar but realized I need to research that option a bit more. Bah. Dex's currently sitting on the couch next to me doing the doggy moan/whine and farting. It's awful. Ironically, Joe's in the bathroom doing about the same.
That's pretty much been my day. Joe and I have been researching vehicles tonight. I love driving our 12 year old Jap cars, but honestly, something's gotta give. I believe we will be replacing the CRV...with another Honda. The Pilot is looking pretty good. Shitty gas mileage, but that's to be expected with an SUV. We just won't make it our in-town car. I think for now we'll just focus on an opportunity to test drive one and perhaps later in the year make a purchase. Fun.
In other news, Joe did not get into Air Assault School. The school was "overbooked" so to speak with too many folks ahead of Joe. I forget how normal shit operates with the "big Army." Most of Joe's training takes place slightly off the grid. It's organized (sort of), and he doesn't have to wait around since the time frames are actually followed (mostly). Gasp. I guess I really should be thankful for the gig we have here. But let's not get too positive - anywhere in the Army/military has its drawbacks. Idiots. :-)
Also, thanks everyone for the empathy on the part of the last post dealing with my job. I guess we're all working toward something that isn't always attainable..if for no other reason than the machine itself - the process - is fucked. At my job, we herd vulnerable populations of people - abused, neglected, beat down by life - through our facility. We're often suspicious of their motives - they want drugs, want to get out of being in jail, and just generally assume they're lying about things (of course they are, but that's part of the vulnerability - why they need help). I don't know exactly how to make it better, but what we're doing right now makes me feel shitty. I'm not sure I'm cut out for this. I've started thinking more about teaching high school. Teenagers are idiots, but I like them. I really enjoyed working with them at my last job (minus the real psychos who raped other kids). But am I really smart enough to teach anything important in high school? Probably not. I suppose I could do psychology or criminal justice, but who really wants to hire for that with the way the economy is right now? Plus, how do I transition from MSW to teacher? I'm sure in GA, I could just show up. ;-) Sarah, your thoughts?
Anyway. Though it's my weekend, Joe's still gotta go earn his $.30/hr or whatever, so I'd better get ready for bed.
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Dude, Katie....wow. If you are really thinking about high school teaching, I'll be happy to point you in the right direction and give any help I can. Wow. :) Just be warned that working with a few teenagers in a small group setting is very different than having a classroom full of them. I think you'd be an excellent high school counselor...especially for at-risk kids. :)
Also, this is definitely an excellent time to be buying a new car...especially from a company that is soon going out of business. :)
if it makes you feel better about dexter, cali likes to eat dodgers vomit. sometimes i just let her have at it to save me too gross of a clean up. i know. ew.
Yeah, I know there's a lot to consider, and I hope it doesn't come off as me over-simplifying. I'm just sort of brain-storming...and trying to consider options that deviate from a career specifically helping at-risk populations.
Susan, I let Dex eat his own vomit. :-)
If you're really thinking about the teaching gig, I would become a substitute and search for a gig where you'd be in the same teacher's classroom for a couple months (aka maternity leave). At least you would know if you really wanted to do it by the end of your time. Just my two cents. :)
I think the high school counselor idea is a good one! Might be the best of both worlds!
Sorry about Dexter. If you get that shedding thing under control, you have to tell me your secret. I'm so sick of cat hair.
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