Christmas is coming

Well, last week I had a lot of time to worry about my lack of microwave (which was replaced with a new one, thank goodness.) This week I spent as a not-so-glorified baby-sitter for high schoolers. I subbed Friday through Friday for a math and computer programming teacher. Yeah, I’m super qualified for that. I remember some math from high school, but all I remember from computer programming was trying to get the groundhog as the top picture on photowar.com. Time well spent. That’s why I got a 1 on the AP test. Whatever, I was still an AP scholar or something like that. During these classes, I have caught up on my news. I really have nothing to do but walk around and periodically say, “It’s too loud!” I also ignore the cursing and try not to hear the conversations about things that are inappropriate for even me to talk about. I am a pretty passive aggressive sub. I can’t help it. If it was my own class, it would be different, but… ok, I’m just too nice. I really am. I let people use the bathroom whenever they want, sometimes I let them eat in class… I’m a bad sub. Well, not as bad as the sub who lets everybody listen to their ipods. Anyway, at least I am getting paid. That is exciting.

Even more exciting is that starting Saturday morning, I get to actually spend around two weeks with my husband. Yes, the man who works 12-14 hours a day and sometimes on the weekend. I say Saturday morning because he has duty tonight, which means sitting at the barracks making sure everybody is back by curfew and picking out any obviously drunk minors. I am going to bring him dinner, but he’ll be there from right after work until 8:00 the next morning. Then, we have to shop for wrapping paper, boxes, and a few more Christmas presents. After that, we have to clean the house for Josh and Connie, then have some fun, hopefully. Online colleges don’t stop for the holidays, and Austin’s final paper and all that are due on the 28^th, so he has a lot of work to do and I will have to be pushy, which I hate. I would rather just enjoy the holiday and get presents. Actually, I am one of those people who really worries that everybody will dislike their presents and hate me. That’s rational, right? Well, until I write again, Happy Holidays

Microwave Dependence

So, my microwave is currently not working. I discovered this while trying take the easy way out of cooking and putting pasta in there. It's very annoying because it lights up and spins the food around, it just doesn't heat it up. What makes it even more annoying is that I keep on forgetting that it doesn't work. For example, yesterday morning I wanted some oatmeal, so I put it in the microwave, pushed the buttons, and then realized when I pulled it out that yes, it was still uncooked. I tried to eat it cold, but I found out that it is not possible. Then I felt sick. So, in the end, that was a bad idea. I really depend on my microwave, I realized. I use it to make vegetables, to make our Bird's Eye steam-fresh meals, and other things that make it look like I cooked but my husband but mostly involve pushing buttons. Truth be told, and this may come as a shock, I am not too great at the wife thing. I am kind of lazy. But, Austin is lucky to have me because he uses me as his datebook and errand runner. Today I had to go get a prescription for Hammy's heartworm medication. Dogs are expensive, p.s. I was also just telling Josh how Hammy can also be stinky. This often occurs when he passes gas. He'll just be innocently laying there, and.. there he goes. He is silent but deadly.
So, as judging from my post, my life is not very interesting. I am working on finding a job, probably not a real one, but one that gives me money. I am not cut out for subbing. The kids are wild because they have a sub, and I also have to go to new schoools each day. That makes me feel like I a starting a new job each time I get a sub job. I am also having trouble actually getting sub jobs. So, righ now Austin and I are struggling a little in the money department. He'll be getting a raise in January because everybody in the military will. It will help some. You should in general feel sorry for him. I can't wait until I get to see people over Christmas. We mostly spend time with people from Austin's work, and I am ready to be around people who I can say, "Remember that time you..." because everybody loves when I do that, right?

Thanksgiving Madness

Well, it's the Tuesday after Thanksgiving, and I haven't been able to find sub jobs the past two days, which is no good. I have one for Friday, but Austin has the day off and really does not want me to work. I really thought I would find more work subbing, but it hasn't been going so well. I'm pretty sure the subfinder system is against me. It just ain't working. This means that after Christmas, unless I find another long-term subbing job, I'm giong to have to start looking for a real job in earnest again. What happened to all the support promised by W&M? They are making me a disgruntled alum. I know I pledged money, but I assumed that I would have a job. But I was kind of hung out to dry. Oh well.
Enough complaining. My Thanksgiving was interesting. Austin's class graduated, so that means i got to see him a little more. No more 6 am-10pm days, thank goodness. This also means I think that he can put more time into his college class, which I know is not exactly what he wants to do, but he knows that it will help him in the end. I just found out that he's going to another class for his job that will last about two weeks. I think it's in North Carolina, which may mean that he can come home over the weekend. At least it isn't that long. He also said it will make him a more desirable person to keep around at work, and maybe can stay this whole enlistment, which I would love. I don't really want to move away for a year while he goes on deployment. That's still my big fear, him leaving me.

Back on the Wagon

I decided that since all of my friends have blogs, I will return to the blogging world. The way I see it is, they have a lot of angles covered. We have the veterinary student, working hard to learn how to save lives. We have the literary Bostonian grad student, writing poetry, becoming a critic, and making observations on the eccentricities of life. We have the new California resident, working on breaking it into the industry. And then, we have me. Who am I? I'm the girl who got married in college and was fed lies about how I could easily become a history teacher upon graduation. So where does that leave me? It leaves me living in Virginia Beach with my husband, who I love, and my furry child who is currently resting on my knee. I am jobless, living as David Gibbs put it, a educational temp. This means I get to go to new schools each day and be tortured by new students who have no respect for me as a sub. It also means that I get to work on planning a real wedding. For some reason, getting married secretly at the Williamsburg Public Library was not my dream. So, here I am, living the most boring life out of my friends. Somehow, I plan on making it entertaining.
My big news right now is that I bought my wedding dress today. I went to David's Bridal with my sister and my handy list of dresses I wanted to try on. The very helpful saleswoman pulled them, and I tried on a lot. One that I had put on my list, but thought was doubtful, ended up being the winner. I bought it and took it home right then and there. Well, not home. I sent it home with my sister, since my husband doesn't share a closet with her. See how smart I am? I still have no idea where we are having the wedding, though. Every time I think I know, I second guess, I change my mind... I just want to show up. Is that too much to ask?
As far as what I am doing to make money, well, I'm subbing right now, making me a underglorified temp. Every night I have to spend hours by the computer hoping to get a job for the next day. If I get one, I go in, dreading the comment about how I look like a student, then get to the classroom and pray there are actually lesson plans. Then, I get to try and call roll without completely butchering names that seem to have come from picking random letters from the alphabet and stringing them together. After that, I get to yell my head off in five minute intervals that students need to stay in their seats and work quietly. Jealous yet? If I'm lucky, I'll get another student like the one I had on Friday, who randomly yelled words while I was trying to give directions. Then I get paid about $70 for my misery, which barely covers the cost of a Saturday in my household. Jealous yet? At least it will give me experience in various schools. That's the lie I'm going with.