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Long time in coming
Jan. 17th, 2006 10:32 pmWell, it’s been a long time since I updated. Here’s a brief summary: I’m really busy.
Sears goes well, I guess. I’m still doing computer training, which is about as exciting as watching cement cure. (Not the quick dry stuff, either, the real, slow cure McCoy). I’ll be finished soon, though, and then I can get out on the floor and get to the real stuff. I’m still really nervous about how I’ll do as a salesman. They really push those “consumer protection plans,” which I like to think of as selling snake oil. Who wants to oil a snake anyway? But I digress. I haven’t got a set schedule yet, but it will likely include weekends. We’ll see how it goes.
Teaching…substituting remains blah. I’ve got some security in the sense that Mascoma Valley will take me every day, but that’s for mainly SPED work, which I find really frustrating. The other downside is that Mascoma isn’t going to have any Social Studies openings this year, so I’m getting popular in the wrong place. I really need a job next year. I can’t do this another year, I’ll go nuts. One bright note, I got my NH license in the mail the other day. Yah! I’m licensed to teach! Have books, will travel.
Speaking of next year, Sara and I are having housing issues. I think I may have mentioned that Dartmouth is tearing down our building at the close of this school year. Well, the new buildings that are going to be available for us to move into are twice the monthly rent. We’re not sure we can afford that, so we’ve been looking into other options. I’d REALLY like to buy a house/condo, because mortgage payments would be cheaper than rent, in many cases. But we probably wouldn’t be able to get a loan if I don’t have a full time teaching job. It’s like a vicious circle.
I’m really slacking of my online life. I haven’t responded to my reviews on PS yet, and I haven’t posted on the message boards in ages. I feel so detached. I’m getting ready to put up a new batch of pictures on Two Roads, which is about the only online productive thing I’ve done lately. Sara and I are going to try to submit to the PS Valentines Day challenge. I’ve started the next chapter of Redefining, and I’m tinkering with Summer in MacPherson’s Valley again. I really want to finish that last, because then I can publish it and be a multimillionaire and devote all my time to writing.
I haven’t had time to transfer the registration on the car yet. Dad’s after me to do that. Had to drive to Salem on Monday to straighten around an issue with Sara’s cell phone. It zapped out for unknown reasons. That was a pain in the proverbial neck. Getting Sara’s name changed is an endless process. Assuming all the rights, duties, and responsibilities of married life is a harder process than one might think. Sometimes, it still feels like we’re only playing.
Other than the above mentioned “bummer” things, married life goes well. I enjoy coming home to Sara, even if it isn’t until 9 pm on nights I work at Sears. I realize of course, all things are relative, and that some people have it a lot worse, so I’m counting my blessings.
Till the next time, my dear friends.
Sears goes well, I guess. I’m still doing computer training, which is about as exciting as watching cement cure. (Not the quick dry stuff, either, the real, slow cure McCoy). I’ll be finished soon, though, and then I can get out on the floor and get to the real stuff. I’m still really nervous about how I’ll do as a salesman. They really push those “consumer protection plans,” which I like to think of as selling snake oil. Who wants to oil a snake anyway? But I digress. I haven’t got a set schedule yet, but it will likely include weekends. We’ll see how it goes.
Teaching…substituting remains blah. I’ve got some security in the sense that Mascoma Valley will take me every day, but that’s for mainly SPED work, which I find really frustrating. The other downside is that Mascoma isn’t going to have any Social Studies openings this year, so I’m getting popular in the wrong place. I really need a job next year. I can’t do this another year, I’ll go nuts. One bright note, I got my NH license in the mail the other day. Yah! I’m licensed to teach! Have books, will travel.
Speaking of next year, Sara and I are having housing issues. I think I may have mentioned that Dartmouth is tearing down our building at the close of this school year. Well, the new buildings that are going to be available for us to move into are twice the monthly rent. We’re not sure we can afford that, so we’ve been looking into other options. I’d REALLY like to buy a house/condo, because mortgage payments would be cheaper than rent, in many cases. But we probably wouldn’t be able to get a loan if I don’t have a full time teaching job. It’s like a vicious circle.
I’m really slacking of my online life. I haven’t responded to my reviews on PS yet, and I haven’t posted on the message boards in ages. I feel so detached. I’m getting ready to put up a new batch of pictures on Two Roads, which is about the only online productive thing I’ve done lately. Sara and I are going to try to submit to the PS Valentines Day challenge. I’ve started the next chapter of Redefining, and I’m tinkering with Summer in MacPherson’s Valley again. I really want to finish that last, because then I can publish it and be a multimillionaire and devote all my time to writing.
I haven’t had time to transfer the registration on the car yet. Dad’s after me to do that. Had to drive to Salem on Monday to straighten around an issue with Sara’s cell phone. It zapped out for unknown reasons. That was a pain in the proverbial neck. Getting Sara’s name changed is an endless process. Assuming all the rights, duties, and responsibilities of married life is a harder process than one might think. Sometimes, it still feels like we’re only playing.
Other than the above mentioned “bummer” things, married life goes well. I enjoy coming home to Sara, even if it isn’t until 9 pm on nights I work at Sears. I realize of course, all things are relative, and that some people have it a lot worse, so I’m counting my blessings.
Till the next time, my dear friends.
