Check yourself

I just had to run the bookstore to see if they still have any copies of the textbook I’m using for my class. Cause I can’t yell at the students for not having the book if the bookstore is out. And I also don’t want to stand there like an idiot and wonder if they’re lying to me when they say
“but the bookstore is out… we couldn’t get it” ..
So, I had to see for myself. And they are actually out.
No yelling.

Fantasy or nightmare

There are many qualities I love and appreciate about my husband. One of them is that he doesn't play video games. If you can call that a quality, maybe it's more like a non-quality, an unquality... few things are bigger turn off/reason for despise/simply impossible to understand to me, than grown men who spend hours upon hours playing games that are typically either mindnumbingly violent or almost so real-sport-like that the only difference is that... well, you're not actually playing sports, you're sitting on your ass eating cheetos and drinking Dr. Pepper. 

With the violent games I guess it is preferable to get BBQ sauce all over your sweatpants and not shower for two days than to actually kill people, but this is all besides the point...
My point was going to be that it is once again the season for Fantasy Football and Dylan and his friends turn into teenage versions of bully-macho wannabe-coaches who trash talk each other over, and take unreasonable amounts of pride in, athletics acomplishments they had absolutely nothing to do with. At all. It's like a more social and disruptive version of  videogames, because it infects and ruins almost every aspect of their social life, social media interactions and casual conversations.
And mine too.

 

First day of school

And all these students are just running around like lost chickens, all over campus.
I feel equally strong urges to kick them out of the way and to take them by the hand and lead them to where they need to go.

Date Night!

We have something really special planned for tonight, my love and I.
Something we very rarely do, but tonight is a special occasion.
We both have to work late, but then... once work is finally over, we are going to meet up... In my office.... And work on our syllabi.
Yep, that's right.
Summer is over.

Misery loves company

Yay! My coworker is back from her "playcation".
She had a great week off from work and absolutely hates being back.
Well, too bad. I'm just glad I don't have to suffer alone anymore.

Just when you think..

this town couldn't possibly get any more depressing... you go visit the fair. And the place manages to outsuck itself, once again.
Thought about driving the minimum of 25 minutes of freeway to get to go swimming after work today, but nope... reservoir closed due to Swimmer's Itch.
Of course, of course it is.
Am I being unfair?
Am I expecting too much?
Well let's check in with a local patriot, shall we, and see what he suggests you do those blazing hot summer days?
What does he say?
- Stay inside
And I rest my case.

Doesn't exactly help

Oh, and also, my boss walks into my steamer of an office for our weekly meeting, sits down for like 5 minutes before she decides it's too hot and she can't stand it. So she heads off to her own (needless to say, AC-equipped office) and I'm like "Mkay, I'll be right here....just melting away"

Icky

I'm parked in front of the AC unit in my office. It's on full blast, if somebody were to come see me I'd have to turn it off in order to be able to hear them.
But what it makes up for in noise, it lacks in efficiency.
It's so freaking hot in here I feel like I'm sweating out the lotion I put on a week ago... or something equally unpleasant.

We were surely trampled by turtles

My face feels crisp and I have a van full of dirty clothes, empty food containers and muddy linens to unpack.
After I get home at around 9:30 tonight.
Leaving is great. Coming back sucks.

Also, here's my two cents about bluegrass, after a weekend of listening to nothing else, when they don't sing for long minutes at a time but just go bananas on their stringy instruments... it's really cool and very impressive on the one hand, and on the other hand, it all ends up kinda sounding the same... at least to my untrained ear.

4 years

Why is 3 years leather and 4 years linen/silk?
I mean silk is nicer, but leather seems stronger...
Oh well. I'm hoping for a back rub.
And counting on a fun weekend of camping and bluegrass.

Communication

When you send out an e-mail, stating fact X or whatever, and then you get a response that basically says "I didn't really read your e-mail but actually, X is how it is..." and you get all what the heck, that's exactly what I just said... you still don't send another e-mail stating that you already stated those same facts, right?
No, you're just left with an unfair feeling of being the dumb one. 

I knew this would happen

I absolutely hate, hate I tell you, hate the feeling of suffocating sunshine and unbearable heat when you have to work. In proper clothes. With crappy AC and no lake or any other form of water (except a shower) waiting for you when the work day is over.

The first Monday back at work after more than a month of vacation.
I've had better days.