Dream On

Well, I'm in a full new job search mode now. It's a rough time for that, but I'm going to apply with PPS to be a Special Ed Paraeducator. I'm pretty sure that's what Jesus would do. The next layer of potential I think involves working graveyard at UPS and maybe doing some tutoring at PCC. I've got to be nuts to cut my salary by maybe 3/4 and abandon my benefits. Most everyone I talk to definitely says I'm crazy. I think I make a mistake though when I say that I think I have to quite my job. Yes I understand I have to find another one first. But I am definitely most at peace when thinking about embracing my future in education, just not completely. I would have been real nice to knock those credit cards out of my life. Maybe I can get a bailout :)

The new Word drives me batty. I can see that it will be better at some point, but for now I will curse and pull my hair out. If I could just figure out how to tell it to stop adjusting indents and spacings for me, there might be peace. But I turned off the first wave of auto corrects, and it still thinks I want it to help. No, no I do not want your assistance. This means war, and there will be blood until no more blank lines or font changes are issued without my permission. Cease and desist. And when I close you, don't act surprised like it was some task manager mandated override. I just hit the regular X in the corner; I'm not surprised that the program closed and I don't see why you should be. I will defeat you and make you my servant, and you will like it.

What does money mean anyway? We're in for some re-adjustments. Look at those guys that gave their money to that Madoff character, a lot of good sticking it out at a job they didn't like did them. Meaningless, meaningless said the teacher. I went and played some basketball at Alberta park tonight with some friends and it was a blast. And didnt cost a dime. OK maybe some gas for them, but I bummed a ride. If I don't have anything, I can't be threatened, because I will have nothing to lose.