Hello blog reading public- I've not felt much blog love lately, so I'm adding a graphic in the hopes that you will post a response. I don't know if I think this really has anything to do with it, but it's one of those things I'll convince myself of and do over and over. Case in point- My first job was after I graduated from high school. My parents were of the belief that having a job in high school contributed to several things:
1) less time to focus on studying, thereby getting bad grades
2) having money I earned myself would give me the right to spend it how I wanted....and there's no telling what they thought that would be
3) having a job would be mean that I was out of the house, and not within my parents' all knowing radar sense. They liked to know where I was at all times. (Now that I think of it, they still do.)
So I didn't get a job until after high school. My dad knew the manager of the local movie theater in town and set up an interview for me. I wore a bright pink button-up shirt. (I'm positive I wore some sort of bottoms too, I just can't remember what they were.) I don't remember how the interview went, but I did get the job. I worked there successfully for several years. A little while later, I picked up another job (clothing retail sales) in addition to the night job at the movie theater. This job I got all on my own. Guess what I wore? The same bright pink button-up shirt. Again, I don't remember the interview, but I successfully worked there for several years. A couple of years later, I move to MS to go to college. Needing money to pay for food and shelter, I interviewed at a local grocery store. I think you know by now what I wore. That pink shirt landed me another job. Somewhere in the back of my mind I think I believed that shirt was lucky. I'm happy to report that I did not wear that shirt when I applied and interviewed for my teaching jobs.
Now you know why I included a graphic with this post. An image will score me a comment or two.
I know I've mentioned that I'm tired. I've been very busy with all of the things that happen at the beginning of the school year. It's hard to explain those things to non-educators and those that are educators don't read blogs to experience it all again. They read blogs to escape, so I'll spare you the long and boring details. Suffice it to say that I'm going to bed late, waking up early, and working very hard in the middle.
When I'm tired I tend to lose my oral filter. I don't always think about things before I say them and end up asking some really dumb questions. Now keep in mind, that I am queen of many things. One of them is asking questions. I'm the person in meetings or classes that asks the questions that everyone has and doesn't want to ask. I'm trying really hard to break that habit. Lately, I've cut my question asking down to almost none, but friends around me whisper, "Hey Tassie, ask.......(fill in the blank with the topic of the meeting or class.) Most people around me are anxious to leave and my questions hold them back. However, I do note that these same people come to me with lots of questions after the class or meeting. Hmmmm....interesting.
Thankfully, God has graced me with a short and selective memory. I can't recall exactly the dumb things I've said this week, but I'm sure that Ashley or Carrie will remind me, especially if they read this. I'm left with a gnawing feeling that I've stuck my foot in my mouth and the shoe is too large to fit.
If you think of me this week, please send positive thoughts and prayers my way. I'm trying real hard to get rested, find my oral filter, and RELAX. Tomorrow is Friday and I can feel that glitter eyeliner and some sort of costume is in my near future. I have a bright pink button-up shirt, but since it's not the same "lucky" one I think I'll pass on wearing it tomorrow. However, I will look carefully for a shoehorn to remove my shoe from my mouth.
What an asshole.
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