Coworkers make me lose my mind...

We have a bunch of new center supervisors. The semester is going to close without one single training meeting. That's right folks. The people supervising the center, making appointments, answering the phone, taking care of problems, etc have never been trained. And not because they don't need it! Neither one of my bosses can be arsed to set up a meeting. Not that they're ever here, so maybe they don't realize how desperately they need to be trained.

Speaking of never here, the computer person disappears on a regular basis for up to an hour at a time. Where does she go? What is she doing? Who the fuck knows! She takes her hour lunches which is not what I'm talking about. It's all the other times she just up and disappears for no reason that gets me. And when she is here, she's talking on her cell phone. Does she help the students? No. Does she help me when we're being swamped? No. Does she even do anything to make the computers better? No. She put one call into OIT three months ago to fix our front computer, and there it sits, still out of order. She's on her phone right now in fact. Also, because she's never been trained, when she can be bothered to make appointments, she does them wrong.

George can't get it through his thick skull that I'm not his maid. I really hate that guy. I really, really do. He is so obnoxious and creepy, but not overtly creepy, so we just have to tolerate him. When I listen to him tutor, I can't help the need to rescue his students and show them the "right" way to do things. Mainly because he never teaches them anything. He just talks and talks and talks and tells them how pretty they are and talk and talk and talk.

Maybe I'm just bitchy because I'm getting sick.

I have this odd fascination with other people's fertility

If there's a thread, a post, an article, anything about fertility and pregnancy, I'll probably read it. When I do, two things will happen.
1) I'll wonder why the hell I'm reading it and
2) I'll have a panic attack.
It's sort of like watching a really scary movie or reading a scarey book. The panic is, paradoxically, the desired emotion.

Quick pimp

hazel75 started repsforchange for Republicans who want change. Now, obviously if you're conservative you probably aren't keen on joining my group, but hazel75's group should be right up your alley. So go check it out. In my totally unasked for opinion, I think it's a great idea and I hope she gets a lot of support over there.

I'm home tonight due to the beginning of a headcold that I'm trying to kill as early as possible. I figure I'd put forth the effort, though even a night of rest probably won't make any difference. *sigh*

I scavenged the Western United States for books about the history of Country Music and they all came in today. SQUEEE! Now I'll be able to get my essay finished in a timely matter. Also, the books look like they rock. I can't wait to dive into them. Maybe I'll do that tonight while I'm resting.

I'm so sad....

I want to write my cowboy novel right now. I want to be working on NaNoWriMo. I want to be productive and creative. I've been listening to a lot of Willie Nelson and Hank Williams and it just makes the desire worse. I have the type of idea that needs to be written to be explored. But before I can do that, I have another 10 page essay to write. *sigh*

Sometimes, I let myself think about what will probably happen to me when I'm done with school. It's what happens to everybody. Time to get a job, be a productive citizen, five days a week, eight hours a day. I know realistically I have a better shot of sprouting wings and flying to Hawaii where I'd live as a winged Goddess than I do of making a living as a writer. And I know I want to be a writing teacher, but I look at Prof Flakey and think "That's my life." Working with endless kids who don't give a fuck and publishing chap books. Which is something. I don't have anything in print. I don't have any plans. I barely have goals. I keep thinking if I get through school things will fall in place. I'm going to finally have my degree in May and pretty much nothing is in place--everything is still up in the air.

And it scares me that this is what I have to look forward to. There are some amazing people out there who can write around kids and work and a social life. I really don't think I can pull that off. Witness the way I fall apart when I just have school and a part time job to deal with.