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thirteenrocksAfter getting my credit report from 1 of 3 credit cards in the mail yesterday, and looking at my account balance, there is no doubt in my mind, I will need to pick up a second job to off set my credit card bills. That is just reality. I figure I have about 10,000 in credit card bills. OUCH.
Which most of which is combined interest and 2 european trips that I yet to pay off. where there is a will or a way. I figure that I might get a job at B and N in the mall and work there days, evenings, and on the weekends. It is something to think about, and something to concider.
After talking to Roxxanne last night, I boosted up my zoloft to 150 mg. It's too early to see what happens, maybe I have a tolerance of it, at least that is the thought. I just can't be sleeping all the time. I am extremly tired right now, and really want to take a nap, than work--which is pretty sad...
It surprises me to no end-peoples personal quirks and routines-little movements and behaviors, they take for granted, and yet for the on-looker are repetitive and quite anoying. Of course one sees most of this while working at the hospital. I.E. After using the toleit, wash hands, rinse mouth, use mouth wash, take pilss, take drink of water, take a tic tac, and then use the cap stick. It's one of the joys of the job (a view into someones personal manerisms, and yet lies one of my biggest pet peaves-people who take the hospital for a hotel. It's not. A hotel is about 80/night. I am 30/hr. This is a hospital, with it's dry air, crappy food, great uniforms, and pain. It's not the hilton. The hilton is down the street-I recommend you go there.
In high School, I and Kelly turned to a teacher for support and guideance, the teacher was Jane S. Jane supplied us with books, video's, information, and a sound board. She also was imperative in taking us to Madison, WI (the nearest city with any type of gay culture, if anything. And she is an excentric type of free spirit. A reformed hippie-lost in time, if you will. After High School, I wrote to her off and on. Either around the holidays, out of hte blue, or just when I thought of her. Each time, no response. No returned to sender, nothing. I never heard a response.
She had some issues in her life. Her soul mate-suffered a heart attack and died one day-unexpectedly. She had been seeing a shrink, and i am sure-this didn't help matters much.
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I was standing in the loby of the church, when she walked in.I triped her to grab her attention, and about kelled over dead, to see her. It had been so long, and so much had happened in my life (and I am sure hers) that it was just like a reality check. Alot of times i write about "Ghosts and she would fall into that category. someone who comes into your life to see things change, if anything.. you know![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
treesandmagma's quote. It struck me as odd. It was good to see her. she had mentioned htat two other teachers from h.s. Schobe, and Kinder would be there (kinder made it). And on a side note, those were the only 2 people besides family that I knew there and whom I sat with . We started to catch up- and it was apparent that she had gotten some, if not all my e-mails and correspondence.
What I found interesting, and prob. most memorable of the conversation, was her retelling of her run in with the law. She had taken her car to have an allignment done, and left 2 joints in her glove compartment. The mechanic found them, and reported her to the police, and she confessed that, yes-those were hers. She made the profound statement, that she told her students "She fucked up. She made a mistake, and because of this, she would have to pay the consequences." The consequences were a 6 week suspension from school, treatment, and a slap on the hand by the principal. She mentioned that I would be AMAZED at the amount of teachers who smoke pot. she Stated that she has smoked since college, and still smokes (although supposedly, not supposed to). She stated that she would never and has never taught stoned. I found it interesting that here is someone, a teacher, who has "power" over others, admiting that she is human, and also admiting that she fucked up. I always get a kick out of seeing people out of their element.. such as a teacher.. or someone of that nature...
About dope I have admited in the past, and will continue to admit, that I smoke pot. It's a relase for me, such as etoh (alchohol), caffine, nicotine, chocholate, or mountain dew are to others. I don't see any harm in it whatsoever. Looking back.. at my trip to Amsterdamn.. ah.. .what a place... I just wish it could be legal.
Which most of which is combined interest and 2 european trips that I yet to pay off. where there is a will or a way. I figure that I might get a job at B and N in the mall and work there days, evenings, and on the weekends. It is something to think about, and something to concider.
After talking to Roxxanne last night, I boosted up my zoloft to 150 mg. It's too early to see what happens, maybe I have a tolerance of it, at least that is the thought. I just can't be sleeping all the time. I am extremly tired right now, and really want to take a nap, than work--which is pretty sad...
It surprises me to no end-peoples personal quirks and routines-little movements and behaviors, they take for granted, and yet for the on-looker are repetitive and quite anoying. Of course one sees most of this while working at the hospital. I.E. After using the toleit, wash hands, rinse mouth, use mouth wash, take pilss, take drink of water, take a tic tac, and then use the cap stick. It's one of the joys of the job (a view into someones personal manerisms, and yet lies one of my biggest pet peaves-people who take the hospital for a hotel. It's not. A hotel is about 80/night. I am 30/hr. This is a hospital, with it's dry air, crappy food, great uniforms, and pain. It's not the hilton. The hilton is down the street-I recommend you go there.
In high School, I and Kelly turned to a teacher for support and guideance, the teacher was Jane S. Jane supplied us with books, video's, information, and a sound board. She also was imperative in taking us to Madison, WI (the nearest city with any type of gay culture, if anything. And she is an excentric type of free spirit. A reformed hippie-lost in time, if you will. After High School, I wrote to her off and on. Either around the holidays, out of hte blue, or just when I thought of her. Each time, no response. No returned to sender, nothing. I never heard a response.
She had some issues in her life. Her soul mate-suffered a heart attack and died one day-unexpectedly. She had been seeing a shrink, and i am sure-this didn't help matters much.
Continuation
I was standing in the loby of the church, when she walked in.I triped her to grab her attention, and about kelled over dead, to see her. It had been so long, and so much had happened in my life (and I am sure hers) that it was just like a reality check. Alot of times i write about "Ghosts and she would fall into that category. someone who comes into your life to see things change, if anything.. you know
treesandmagma's quote. It struck me as odd. It was good to see her. she had mentioned htat two other teachers from h.s. Schobe, and Kinder would be there (kinder made it). And on a side note, those were the only 2 people besides family that I knew there and whom I sat with . We started to catch up- and it was apparent that she had gotten some, if not all my e-mails and correspondence. What I found interesting, and prob. most memorable of the conversation, was her retelling of her run in with the law. She had taken her car to have an allignment done, and left 2 joints in her glove compartment. The mechanic found them, and reported her to the police, and she confessed that, yes-those were hers. She made the profound statement, that she told her students "She fucked up. She made a mistake, and because of this, she would have to pay the consequences." The consequences were a 6 week suspension from school, treatment, and a slap on the hand by the principal. She mentioned that I would be AMAZED at the amount of teachers who smoke pot. she Stated that she has smoked since college, and still smokes (although supposedly, not supposed to). She stated that she would never and has never taught stoned. I found it interesting that here is someone, a teacher, who has "power" over others, admiting that she is human, and also admiting that she fucked up. I always get a kick out of seeing people out of their element.. such as a teacher.. or someone of that nature...
About dope I have admited in the past, and will continue to admit, that I smoke pot. It's a relase for me, such as etoh (alchohol), caffine, nicotine, chocholate, or mountain dew are to others. I don't see any harm in it whatsoever. Looking back.. at my trip to Amsterdamn.. ah.. .what a place... I just wish it could be legal.