Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Things I Won't Miss

There were so many good things about my job at the elementary school but here are a few that I won't miss:

Saying: "No tag on the playground equipment." EVERY recess, seriously.
Touching a door handle or wall and not knowing what I just put my hand in.
Parents who don't follow the parking lot rules and also let their kids ignore them.
Saying: "Walk please!"
Sixth grade students who always wanted to know what my boyfriend's name is/was.
Hormonal pre-teens

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Clues


I would like to know what you can tell about me by looking at this picture of my desk. Please post comments! As a disclaimer I did absolutely nothing to it before taking the picture, everything is as it always is in my room.

Yes, I'm Short

I know that I am short. It's not something that has recently become apparent to me, it's just become more inconvenient. At my newish job making sandwiches, there are many topping options, this necessitates a counter that is three "cambros" deep. For the most part my height is not a hindrance when the topping containers are full. However when olives or spinach, which are at the back, get low I have to lean pretty far over and try not to lay on the sandwich in front of me. Then of course there are the cups and lids which are on shelves in the stockroom that are nowhere near where I can reach them. The guys that I work with kind of enjoy tormenting me, unless I bring my chocolate chocolate chip cookies. I am short, not that I mind. The only time I mind is when I stand with my siblings. I am the oldest AND the shortest. Genetics, what's not to love?

Friday, July 8, 2011

Age Is Not a Decider

I am now 30 and just admitting that is weird. It seems such a silly thing to cause re-evaluation, but going from 20's to 30's has helped me make some changes in my life. I have become more aware of my behavior, wondering if the reason people don't think I am 30 is because of my youthful complexion or something else. It's possible that my Fraggle Rock and Ghostbusters t-shirts don't make people look at me and think, mature adult. I am, I promise! (Try saying that in a whiny voice, it helps) I also get really excited about small things. But I don't think this is a sign of immaturity, which I think it is often perceived as. Part of my self discovery has been that I am just excited about life. I like quiet reflection while watching the clouds drift overhead, but I can get happy and giddy when people tell me something that they are excited about. It may make me seem young and naive, but I just have a passion for life. And now I am seeking someone who can either enjoy that part of me or share it, no matter how old.