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hummingwolf) wrote2002-05-02 09:26 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2002-05-02 09:26 pm
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My Thursday
(I'm very tired, having trouble with the whole coherence thing. You have been warned.)
The day didn't start out well. I was trying to make it to a seminar at the school, one of the kinds to help with job-hunting, with which I need all the help I can get. Was supposed to be there at 11 a.m. My body, under the influence of medication, had other plans.
So, after working my way from deeply miserable to mildly yucky, I got into the school 2 hours later than I had intended, then waited another half hour to speak with the new placement director. I like this one. She seems to have a clue. I have hope that she can actually help with the job search, rather than make empty promises, do nothing, and tell me I need to change my attitude. After we were done talking for today and planning our next meeting, I gave her some tips on dealing with headaches, so maybe the help can go both ways.
Now I had a few hours to kill before the next big event of the day. The school's director of education gave me some light faxing to do, but eventually let me go off to practice typing and chat with students rather than do any real work. Yay! One of the students I spoke with is a real character--he's been rich, he's been poor, he's made a living in a variety of ways from construction work to gambling (cheating and--fortunately for him--not getting caught), he's had cancer twice, he's been jailed twice (once for something he actually did), and he's got many interesting stories which he probably didn't embellish very much. Not only was the conversation interesting, but the man may be able to get me a part-time job helping homeless folks apply for housing, get their birth certificates, and other such things. It wouldn't be a long-term job and, frankly, I'm not sure I've got the patience for it. But it would be paying work doing something good, so I'm keeping it in mind.
Finally, there was the day's big event: Dinner!The school's director of education treated a few of her students and co-workers to a meal at a seafood place. There had been some worries about the weather--severe thunderstorms in the area,
local schools were closed, and one of the director's friends called her up and said, "You'd better cancel that dinner and get yourself home to safety!" So glad nobody listened--by the time we left the school, the sun was out. The food was filling, and the dinner companions fun.
As I walked to the Metro station after dinner, some raindrops fell and some people complained, worrying that more severe weather was on its way. I hoped that I wouldn't get too soaked on the way home, but didn't care very much one way or the other. After a bad start, it had been a good day.
As the subway came above ground past Union Station, I looked up from my book to see what the weather was doing. To my left: a gently glowing sunset. To my right: a rainbow.
The day didn't start out well. I was trying to make it to a seminar at the school, one of the kinds to help with job-hunting, with which I need all the help I can get. Was supposed to be there at 11 a.m. My body, under the influence of medication, had other plans.
So, after working my way from deeply miserable to mildly yucky, I got into the school 2 hours later than I had intended, then waited another half hour to speak with the new placement director. I like this one. She seems to have a clue. I have hope that she can actually help with the job search, rather than make empty promises, do nothing, and tell me I need to change my attitude. After we were done talking for today and planning our next meeting, I gave her some tips on dealing with headaches, so maybe the help can go both ways.
Now I had a few hours to kill before the next big event of the day. The school's director of education gave me some light faxing to do, but eventually let me go off to practice typing and chat with students rather than do any real work. Yay! One of the students I spoke with is a real character--he's been rich, he's been poor, he's made a living in a variety of ways from construction work to gambling (cheating and--fortunately for him--not getting caught), he's had cancer twice, he's been jailed twice (once for something he actually did), and he's got many interesting stories which he probably didn't embellish very much. Not only was the conversation interesting, but the man may be able to get me a part-time job helping homeless folks apply for housing, get their birth certificates, and other such things. It wouldn't be a long-term job and, frankly, I'm not sure I've got the patience for it. But it would be paying work doing something good, so I'm keeping it in mind.
Finally, there was the day's big event: Dinner!The school's director of education treated a few of her students and co-workers to a meal at a seafood place. There had been some worries about the weather--severe thunderstorms in the area,
local schools were closed, and one of the director's friends called her up and said, "You'd better cancel that dinner and get yourself home to safety!" So glad nobody listened--by the time we left the school, the sun was out. The food was filling, and the dinner companions fun.
As I walked to the Metro station after dinner, some raindrops fell and some people complained, worrying that more severe weather was on its way. I hoped that I wouldn't get too soaked on the way home, but didn't care very much one way or the other. After a bad start, it had been a good day.
As the subway came above ground past Union Station, I looked up from my book to see what the weather was doing. To my left: a gently glowing sunset. To my right: a rainbow.
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Damn! That's enough to make a day worthwhile all by itself.