Queen of Rambles

I’ve had two big blows today–one to the ego and one to the pocketbook.

I started the day with a body fat analysis. It was as awful as it sounds and I don’t know why I expected it to be anything other than that. Honestly, I thought my body fat percentage would be less. I know I’m fat, but I also thought I was muscular. The only good thing: the girl couldn’t believe my actual weight. Apparently I carry it well. I guess my new fitness goal isn’t totally unreasonable. I have to lose 45 pounds to reach my ideal weight. I should be able to do that. Someday. Eventually. Before I die.

Then life was going good. My mom came over for dinner and I showed her Mosaic Minds and she was duly impressed. I don’t know why, but it’s really hard for me to show my family things like that. My mom says I’m secretive and I guess I am. I just don’t want to answer questions or explain things. I don’t know what my problem is. I couldn’t even stay in the room when she was reading my articles. Why is that so embarrassing for me? She’s always been my biggest fan and thinks I can do anything I set my mind to. Weirdness.

But the second blow was lying in wait.

I checked my e-mail and found a message from the teaching certification place here in Oregon. I did a little happy dance because I thought it was confirmation that my certificate had been sent. Finally! Time to get to work.

Oh no. Nothing can be that simple. I have to send in a paper saying I’ve been to a discrimination class and another check for $75. I’m assuming my prior discrimination class must not count since I know they have a copy of it. I guess I have to go to a new one. That means I have to find a class, get a paper and then wait at least another thirty days for them to send me another e-mail telling me what I’m missing. See that steam coming out of your computer screen? That’s from my rage. Be afraid. Very afraid.

So basically I won’t be substitute teaching like we had planned for me to do. We are completely screwed. I hates them. I really, really hates them.

I do have a plan, but it is a crappy-yucky-I-don’t-wanna-do-it kind of plan. There’s a position open for a Title 1 reading assistant down in a down about a half hour away. They are having a heck of a time filling it because you have to have two years of college for the position. I’m positive if I applied I’d get the position, but the money isn’t nearly as good as subbing and it’s a yucky commute. If I take the job we’d have to work on getting a car because my dad’s little pick-up isn’t up to that much driving.

So why don’t I just go and get a different job? Good question. Mainly because I can’t commit to long term employment and this job is just listed as a temporary one through June. I can commit to that. I guess I’ll polish up my resume and head out there for a chat tomorrow. I am just so incredibly disgusted with the stupid certification place! I sent them an e-mail at the very beginning of my application process asking them what I needed. They said I just had to have the application and a check for $75. Ok. Sent that in. Then 30 days later (the day I should have received the certificate) they sent an e-mail that I needed to send in my marriage license for the name change. Even though it didn’t make me happy, I could understand that. I didn’t mention anything about a name change in the e-mail. Now this! Why didn’t they tell me about this before? Why are they so stupid and incompetent. This area has a severe substitute teacher shortage and the state just cuts them off at the knees. I think I’ll mention this problem when I go out there tomorrow and see if they are willing to pull any strings for me, although I’m not sure they can actually pull any strings. My old principal’s wife worked for them for a brief time and even he wasn’t able to pull strings when she worked there! It is a completely incompetent place. I am going to write a very angry letter to them, not that it will do me a whole hell of a lot of good. Since I’ve just totally given up on the idea of getting the sub certificate it won’t hurt anything.

It’s so strange how I can be happy one day and feel like my world is crumbling the next.

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