One thing I love about my job is that with the exception of the random question at church...at Wal Mart...at the gas station...I can leave work at work. I don't drag home papers to grade. I don't have lesson plans to make. I am not required to check my email or voicemail off hours. I don't get called in for anything. I love that because it gives me ample time to do what I love: scrapping, cooking, writing, eating.
And then there's "the week." It only happens a couple times a year. The week when going to work at four in the morning and staying until ten at night isn't enough time. The week when I know better than to plan to cook an actual meal. It's either drive-thru or cereal. Or both if I'm stressed. :) The week when I have to strategically plan my workouts to accommodate shortened daylight hours and lengthened work hours.
Welcome to my week.
Went to work at 6:30 Monday morning. Yes, you heard that right. 6:30. In the morning. Found out that apparently this week my building doesn't open until 7:00. Not my happiest moment. Leaving on time is...not going to happen. I do still firmly hold to my need for a lunch hour. Must have my carbs. I am careful to have iced tea, coffee, whatever it takes, on hand. I lecture myself that sleep is just not going to happen. Not this week.
I know there are people who do "the week" every week. No idea how they do it. In fact, this week I'm glad I don't have a husband or kids because I have no idea how I'd possibly be a quality wife or mother. The cats are all I can handle during "the week."
So far I'm not super-overwhelmed. The longer work days have been enough to keep the load manageable. Check back tomorrow, though. That's when we have a five hour meeting that could prove interesting upon my return to emails and voicemails.
Seriously. Check on me. See if I'm still sane. If I'm not, you can pretend you don't know me. :D
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Popped over from On the Path. Hope you don't mind if I splash around a bit here. Your words are encouraging and to meet writers who are using their syllables for HIs glory.
Blessings from Costa Rica,
Sarah Dawn
Sarah Dawn - I am so glad you stopped by! Splash around all you like - it's nice to meet you!
Bekah, you are in my prayers!
I was just checking to see if it was too late to file my fartsfa because I really need some financial aid. I didn't know about the deadline because my mom didn't tell me. Also, since I'm a freshman, can I get a Shatford loan?
Tsofah - Thank you!!!!! :) I take all I can get!
Julie - The Fasta had to be filed by March 10 but it's not too late if all you want is the stepford unstebsditized loan. :)
What is "unstebsditized"?
It's "unsubsidized." In our office we hear all SORTS of versions of that word. Unstafforized, unstubstidized, you name it, we've heard it. People also don't call it the "stafford" loan. They call it the Shatford loan (Shatford is a dorm on our campus), the stepford loan, the standford loan, the stratford loan, etc. And they call the FAFSA the fazfee, fazma, fasha, fatsa, fasa....basically we're a breeding ground for mispronounced words and acronyms.
So if I don't get my paperwork in to your office in time, will I still get $$ in my account? How much? Could you get me more? If my parents both quit their jobs will I receive more finical aid? Do I really have to "work" at a on campus job to get that $, could we just say I worked? Why are you crying, did I say something wrong? Does everyone in this office have steam coming out of their ears? What do you mean when you say you want to hit me in the head with a baseball bat? One last question....could I clip my fingernails in your office and leave them in a tiny little stack on your desk? ~ Brian ~ Love ya hang in there!
Brian:
1. Yes, but only because we are (contrary to popular belief) kind and merciful. Let this be a lesson to you though, and don't let it happen again.
2. I don't know. You'll have to ask the Business Office.
3. No. I would have to go to jail if I did, and I do not look good in orange NOR do I look good in a jumpsuit.
4. Likely, yes, but it is not a recommended avenue for receiving aid, just like dying is not a recommended way to pay off student loans.
5. You must work. "Saying" you worked would indicate lack of integrity and we cannot promote that at this institution.
6. If you don't know what you did, I'm not going to tell you.
7. Yes. maybe that is why it's always 112 degrees in here and why I'm forced to wear sleeveless tops in December.
8. I MEAN I WANT TO HIT YOU OVER THE HEAD WITH A BASEBALL BAT. WHAT PART OF THAT DO YOU NOT COMPREHEND?
9. Only if I can return the favor.
Oh that was so much fun to answer. THANK YOU!!!!
and then some jerk asked you to do picks on his blog! hahahaha :) If you don't have time I understand
Phats....LOL no worries!
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