Category: Job Hunt/Work

It was our first day back at work with the kids and back to waking up at 5:20. It was hectic, especially in the morning like it usually is, but I kept my cool. Lots of kids were enrolling in school, so every-day tasks took longer than usual. During one of the influxes of new kids Mrs. V. asked me to make a list of my “tasks” for the new assistant; it would be my new project. Great. I already typed up the procedures having to do with new students, and will add a few more things, but I’m not going into full detail. It’ll take too long! Besides, I can’t remember every single step, and I’m sure the next person will want to establish their own routines.

The custodians brought me a whole bunch of dictionaries that they’d used during testing. I had to scan them in and then I had to find a way to get them on the shelf. There was no way I’d be able to lift or push them on the cart. Luckily one of our students, Krystal, came in to help. She checked a bunch of them in and took a few to the shelves. Even so, there were tons of piles left. I got so frustrated with crap being strewn all over the place that I pushed a cart-full of them to the shelf on my own before lunch. It was heavy, but I pushed it with my legs as opposed to using my back or belly. Still, I shouldn’t have. Mrs. V. actually got after me but I figured she would have wanted me to move it anyway. She wasn’t feeling well and went to see the nurse. Her blood pressure was high and she was going to have dental surgery the next day. Before I left that day she told me I was officially on light duty. She asked Estella from the office to please send subs in to help (like they’re supposed to) because I’d be on my own the next day. Estella said for me, anything. Aww :).

I rushed home and went to my prenatal appointment. I figured they’d take an eternity calling me in like always, so I took my laptop with me and started typing out my tasks. When they called me in 15 minutes later, Laura asked me about what I was doing. I explained how I was leaving and my boss wanted me to type out my tasks and procedures. She said it was a really nice thing I was doing. Little did she know I didn’t want to LOL.

I weighed 140.1 lbs. Woot! I’m pleasantly surprised at how I’m hardly gaining any weight, but the baby’s still growing beautifully, thank goodness. My blood pressure and sugars were fine. Elizabeth asked how I was doing, and I told her about my feet hurting all the time, but not necessarily swelling. She said I just needed to elevate whatever chance I got. I’d been in such a hurry that I forgot my camera to take video of the sono, but she let me take video with my phone. She did the measurements and said she gives me 6 weeks, which is actually 5 because they’re a week behind. The nurses all asked about the baby’s name and just about freaked out when I told them her name would be the cute but common Emily. That was the fastest I’d ever been in and out of the doctor’s office! 1 hour and a half!

I got home and went over to Mary’s to type up my letter of resignation. The boys were taking forever doing their homework, but they eventually finished. They slacked off the whole time I was gone, so instead of finishing their homework around 4:30-5, they didn’t finish till 6:30! I decided that since the doctor was estimating my time of delivery for 2 weeks before I thought they would, I was going to turn in my resignation for a week earlier. I hadn’t gone over it with the boss, but she knew the end of January would be it.

I typed up the letter and saved it to my pin drive and said a little prayer for the next day. I had to be courageous and, for the love of God, try not to cry when I turned it in the next day.

I didn’t have to go into work till 8:00am, but I was up since 6:30. I brought Aly with me to the living room. She fell back to sleep, thank goodness, or else it would have been really hard to leave her had she started crying for me to stay. I got ready and made breakfast (French toast for everyone) and left to work. I’d kept telling myself to refill and take my water bottle with me but I forgot it. Oh well. I’d get a water from work.

We had the usual Workday meeting in the morning, and caught up with everyone over tacos. When the meeting was over I went to the library and started checking in books. Of course the boss stayed out talking to people and didn’t come to the library for another hour, but I had more important crap to do than stew and get in a bad mood. I ran tons of copies and then laminated crap after lunch. I ate lunch with a few teachers and the nurse. I spent the rest of the day using the die-cut machine to make letters for the bulletin boards. I really don’t know why I bother, though. They rip off everything anyway, sadly.

I finished a bulletin board in 10 minutes and then it was time to come home. We all chilled out at Mary’s where I shared the story about Alaethia and her poop. After everyone stopped laughing Mary and I went to pick up some chicken from Church’s. When we were done eating I cut the boys’ hair. I figured I’d start doing it myself because the lady never does it right. I always have to fix it when we get home. She once left these long, over-the-eye emo bangs on Eenan. Grr. It was dark already so the boys were giving me trouble because they wanted to spend the remainder of their time playing, but they lived through it. They took showers and then I took one and made lunch for the next day and washed dishes.

My feet. Are. Killing. Me.

Mario and I were in the kitchen talking when I grabbed a glass and was about to pour myself a glass of water from the cooler. Before I push the pump I notice there’s something on the spout. I lean over and ask out loud to no one in particular, “What the hell’s that?”

Mario leans in and says, “I don’t know.” Horror rises through me when I notice that it’s POOP!! Alaethia must have tried to “wash” her hands the night before during the whole poop fiasco!! Mario got this really sick look on his face and softly says, “I had a big glass of water last night…” I almost rolled over and died laughing!! Good thing I forgot my bottle in the morning and was just barely getting my first drink of the day at home!

Mario dropped Adan off at the airport early. He got home and went about his business, doing work outside and so on. I woke up at 10am and sat in the living room, wondering what to do first. Mario came in just then with a big frame/white board. It was so nice; it had three sections. The first is for 4 photos, the middle is a red satin pin board and the last part is a dry-erase board. I’ve always wanted one of those. He told me Dad brought it for me as a gift and he was outside. It’s one of the nicest gifts Dad’s ever gotten me. Actually…it’s one of the only gifts he’s ever given me LOL.

Dad said he’d come over because he was nervous that I hadn’t answered my phone all week. He was afraid I was sick or went into labor. He’d tried calling my cell phone but Mom had given him the wrong one. I sat outside with him, Mom and Mario and we talked about everything. He even talked about his coffee addiction and I realized So THAT’S where I get it from!. John and Mom are so not coffee drinkers.

It was weird, but he and mom took off to H-E-B to get Mom’s digital converter boxes. He even went over to her house and installed them for her. Mom wasn’t going to be able to live the jokes down when everyone found out. When he was done they came over again and I put on a pot of coffee and we watched TV. He admired our 47″ LCD and he and Mario talked about cars and then he left.

I had breakfast then, an extra egg and potato taco Mario’d brought. I wasn’t even halfway through when I bit into some crunchy egg shell. I hate that crap. I almost barfed in my sink.

I lost my appetite after that so I started to update my blog a bit. I’m so behind. We left to pick up Mario’s paycheck and when we got home Noey and Andy were here. We went to Yadira’s for a bar-b-q. We sat around and talked like usual. We came home and I washed dishes. It’s so nice having a clean house. It’s a beautiful feeling, looking around and not feeling overwhelmed by crap. I hope I can keep up with it the last 3 ½ weeks of work. Bleh, I don’t want to go back, but who does? I go back on Tuesday. How sad. And I didn’t even get to paint the kitchen!