Non-post

I wrote a different post earlier, but meh. I didn't feel like posting it. Here is the short version: WAH! I'm so nervous about leaving KayTar and acid might be eating right through the lining of my stomach as we speak, but YAY! I'm still excited about my trip. Now, let's move along.

My lovely little anxiety issues coupled with the fact that I just found out I lost my part time job has made me feel a bit disjointed today. Oh, you didn't know I had a part time job, did you? Its one of those off-blog things, but today I'm so pissed it is now on-blog, what are they going to do? Dooce me? Oops, too late! So the story goes that I've been doing part time after hours and work from home assignments for a local private school for a year. We've had several meetings and phone calls in which no one has ever mentioned the fact that would no longer be needing me. In fact, I spent at least 8 hours on-site this weekend, when I would have rather been with Harry Potter. Well, last night I was on-site again and I noticed the in-boxes had been changed, and I no longer had one. Oh, and my job description? It was next to someone else's name. Hmmm, interesting right? So I emailed my boss and she replied in a tone that relayed that I should have known. Riiiiight. So when I was in the office for a meeting last week and I was asking questions about the start date for the next term and about projects to be done, and they answered without mentioning the whole "You won't be working here then." side note, they just assumed I knew I wasn't returning and had a personal curiosity in the matter. What the hell? There is more, but I don't want to get into it. Damn good thing I happened to look at the boxes, or I'd think I still had a job! I shouldn't be surprised. These are the same people who disclosed KayTar's medical information without my permission as a reason why other relatives were leaving this particular establishment, when she had nothing to do with it. A letter to this effect was sent out to the parents of students, school-wide, without my permission. Okay, I'm backing away slowly from this topic, because the rage threatens to consume. It is less about the "You don't have a job." and more about the way it was handled...that is to say, NOT HANDLED, but rather left for me to determine on my own, once they had worked me sufficiently. Stepping away now...

On cheerier subjects, we took the kids to the park this weekend. When loading the kids into the car, I set my camera on top the roof and we drove away. At the first turn, we heard "Clunk, clunk, clunk." And Josh turned to me and said "Your camera was up there." And I almost died. We stopped the car and Josh went to look for the remnants and instead he found my camera, just fine, still on top the car. Wow. It was amazing.

See what I would have missed without it?













Wouldn't you be SO sad if the camera had broken?