Top 10 Reasons Why Mondays Don't Totally Suck
10. You aren't the only one who feels like you just got hit in the head with a 2x4.
9. During the NFL season, at least you have Monday Night Football (though that is not the case right now)
8. The sound of the copier really isn't that awful, right?
7. "Manic Monday" isn't the worst song to have stuck in your head all day.
6. Sometimes other people screw up more than you do.
5. The memories of the weekend are still fresh on your mind.
4. One word: procrastination.
3. You can catch up on the latest info during cooler talk.
2. The thought of your bed gets more and more appealing, even if you did forget to wash the sheets over the weekend.
1. It's only four more days until the weekend.
We are almost there!
Monday, February 23, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
At Least I'll Get Summers Off
Sometimes I really wonder what the heck God is doing.
It's really hard being a first-year teacher, and there are definitely days when I want to quit and do something completely different with my life. I question why God put me here, and I just want to get out.
But then there are days when I love it and know that I am here for a purpose, and I enjoy being part of helping kids learn and grow. It's neat to see students change over time and (some) grasp the material they've seen in class.
Then there are those lovely confusion points, such as what occurred most recently.
I have been the interim editor for my church news magazine while the regular editor has been on maternity leave. I've been doing this for the past three months or so, and I have loved it. Writing and editing are two of my favorite things, and that's exactly what I get to do in this position. Sure, there is a lot more involved, as well, but that's the main chunk of it.
Last Friday, I learned that the editor has decided not to return to her position because she is going to stay home with her newborn, instead. Definitely a respectable decision. Of course, the first thought that ran through my head was: Holy cow! Does that mean they need someone to replace her? Is this my chance? I could move closer to home and not have to deal with the stresses and everything else that comes along with being a high school teacher!
Well, I guess God had other things in mind.
They have already found a replacement, but I am taking on one more month of the interim position, and I will still be able to be a contributing editor as I have done in the past.
Shucks.
I can't decide if this is a good thing or not. I mean, I guess it has to be since that's the way it is, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't just a little bit disappointed when I found out they had gotten a replacement so quickly. Yes, I enjoy teaching, but I don't know if this is really where I am supposed to be forever. I miss writing too much.
There are days when I want to quit everything and just be a novelist or something of the sort, but that's not quite a flourishing profession right now. I was barely surviving when I was a sports journalist, so I can't imagine things would be much better in the book world, especially for someone as little known as me.
I think one thing that makes me so frustrated is how quickly I was willing to give up what I am doing right now. Why would I have such a strong desire in my heart? Is it from God? Or is it something from my human nature that is selfish and fleeting?
And the big question: WHY?
I had secretly wondered if the editor would make the decision she did, and I had a feeling she would. Honestly, I had hoped they would ask me to fill the position, but I suppose it's best I wasn't considered. After all, then I really would have had a huge decision to make. Perhaps I am where I'm supposed to be...at least for now, anyway.
I just wonder what's ahead. I know that I just have to be patient and wait, blah, blah, blah. I'm just not in the mood for trite little pick-me-up sayings right now.
It's just one of those times in life where one just has to soldier through it in hopes that everything will fall into place as it should.
The unknown sure can be a pain at times.
It's really hard being a first-year teacher, and there are definitely days when I want to quit and do something completely different with my life. I question why God put me here, and I just want to get out.
But then there are days when I love it and know that I am here for a purpose, and I enjoy being part of helping kids learn and grow. It's neat to see students change over time and (some) grasp the material they've seen in class.
Then there are those lovely confusion points, such as what occurred most recently.
I have been the interim editor for my church news magazine while the regular editor has been on maternity leave. I've been doing this for the past three months or so, and I have loved it. Writing and editing are two of my favorite things, and that's exactly what I get to do in this position. Sure, there is a lot more involved, as well, but that's the main chunk of it.
Last Friday, I learned that the editor has decided not to return to her position because she is going to stay home with her newborn, instead. Definitely a respectable decision. Of course, the first thought that ran through my head was: Holy cow! Does that mean they need someone to replace her? Is this my chance? I could move closer to home and not have to deal with the stresses and everything else that comes along with being a high school teacher!
Well, I guess God had other things in mind.
They have already found a replacement, but I am taking on one more month of the interim position, and I will still be able to be a contributing editor as I have done in the past.
Shucks.
I can't decide if this is a good thing or not. I mean, I guess it has to be since that's the way it is, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't just a little bit disappointed when I found out they had gotten a replacement so quickly. Yes, I enjoy teaching, but I don't know if this is really where I am supposed to be forever. I miss writing too much.
There are days when I want to quit everything and just be a novelist or something of the sort, but that's not quite a flourishing profession right now. I was barely surviving when I was a sports journalist, so I can't imagine things would be much better in the book world, especially for someone as little known as me.
I think one thing that makes me so frustrated is how quickly I was willing to give up what I am doing right now. Why would I have such a strong desire in my heart? Is it from God? Or is it something from my human nature that is selfish and fleeting?
And the big question: WHY?
I had secretly wondered if the editor would make the decision she did, and I had a feeling she would. Honestly, I had hoped they would ask me to fill the position, but I suppose it's best I wasn't considered. After all, then I really would have had a huge decision to make. Perhaps I am where I'm supposed to be...at least for now, anyway.
I just wonder what's ahead. I know that I just have to be patient and wait, blah, blah, blah. I'm just not in the mood for trite little pick-me-up sayings right now.
It's just one of those times in life where one just has to soldier through it in hopes that everything will fall into place as it should.
The unknown sure can be a pain at times.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
A Beautiful Disaster
Some people just aren't happy unless they are unhappy.
It was an absolutely gorgeous day outside today, so I decided to go rollerblading this afternoon. There is a nice park near my apartment, so I drove there and jammed out to my iPod shuffle as I cruised around the pond a few times. Because the weather was so great, there were lots of people enjoying the park, as well, and it was fun to see all the families biking, walking, running, playing Frisbee and doing many other activities that can't always be done on the first day of February in every other part of the nation.
It was definitely the refresher I needed to forget all of my worries and just bask in the greatness that God created.
That was until I had an encounter with the Grouch.
As I was leaving the parking lot, a car started backing up, not really looking behind him. I honked my horn so that he wouldn't hit me. Because the weather was so nice, I had my window down so I could enjoy the day. Little did I know that I would also get to enjoy his foul mouth. At this point, he simply rolled down his window and yelled, "Can you not see me backing out?!"
I just kept driving. I could see this guy clearly had some rage issues, and I wasn't in the mood to argue with him. He hadn't hit me, so there was no harm done. However, he wasn't finished just yet.
After I had completely pulled out onto the road, he sped up and chased me down, pulled up beside me, rolled down his window and shouted: "Why don't you have a little [insert obscenity] patience next time?!" Then he made a u-turn and sped off in the other direction.
Wow.
He had driven in the opposite way of his destination so that he could yell and cuss at me. And what good did it do? Absolutely none. Can we rewind time and avoid our whole parking lot encounter? No. Are we likely to see each other again in the immediate future? I doubt it, seeing as how I had never seen him before in my life, anyway. Was I even the one at fault? I didn't think so, though I might be a bit biased in this instance.
The fact of the matter is, there is nothing we can do to change the past, and it's not like any damage had even happened! All that had occurred was the honk of a horn! Perhaps that just doesn't fly with him. Or maybe he had some pent-up anger, and I had been the final straw that made him snap. Whatever the reason, he felt it was necessary to chase me down the road so that he could scream out the window at me.
And it did nothing.
I didn't really respond to the guy. I think I just looked at him or smiled (I have a tendency to be sarcastic at times...), though I am not completely sure. I guess I was just too shocked at the time that someone would really waste all of that time and energy to yell at a stranger. I guess he didn't enjoy his time at the park as much as the rest of us did.
It makes me sad that some people get so bent out of shape over the most ridiculous things and can't just let them go. I hope for the best for this man and will just have to pray that he will find joy in life without seeking to suck all the fun away from others.
On a lighter note, happy Super Bowl Sunday to all!
It was an absolutely gorgeous day outside today, so I decided to go rollerblading this afternoon. There is a nice park near my apartment, so I drove there and jammed out to my iPod shuffle as I cruised around the pond a few times. Because the weather was so great, there were lots of people enjoying the park, as well, and it was fun to see all the families biking, walking, running, playing Frisbee and doing many other activities that can't always be done on the first day of February in every other part of the nation.
It was definitely the refresher I needed to forget all of my worries and just bask in the greatness that God created.
That was until I had an encounter with the Grouch.
As I was leaving the parking lot, a car started backing up, not really looking behind him. I honked my horn so that he wouldn't hit me. Because the weather was so nice, I had my window down so I could enjoy the day. Little did I know that I would also get to enjoy his foul mouth. At this point, he simply rolled down his window and yelled, "Can you not see me backing out?!"
I just kept driving. I could see this guy clearly had some rage issues, and I wasn't in the mood to argue with him. He hadn't hit me, so there was no harm done. However, he wasn't finished just yet.
After I had completely pulled out onto the road, he sped up and chased me down, pulled up beside me, rolled down his window and shouted: "Why don't you have a little [insert obscenity] patience next time?!" Then he made a u-turn and sped off in the other direction.
Wow.
He had driven in the opposite way of his destination so that he could yell and cuss at me. And what good did it do? Absolutely none. Can we rewind time and avoid our whole parking lot encounter? No. Are we likely to see each other again in the immediate future? I doubt it, seeing as how I had never seen him before in my life, anyway. Was I even the one at fault? I didn't think so, though I might be a bit biased in this instance.
The fact of the matter is, there is nothing we can do to change the past, and it's not like any damage had even happened! All that had occurred was the honk of a horn! Perhaps that just doesn't fly with him. Or maybe he had some pent-up anger, and I had been the final straw that made him snap. Whatever the reason, he felt it was necessary to chase me down the road so that he could scream out the window at me.
And it did nothing.
I didn't really respond to the guy. I think I just looked at him or smiled (I have a tendency to be sarcastic at times...), though I am not completely sure. I guess I was just too shocked at the time that someone would really waste all of that time and energy to yell at a stranger. I guess he didn't enjoy his time at the park as much as the rest of us did.
It makes me sad that some people get so bent out of shape over the most ridiculous things and can't just let them go. I hope for the best for this man and will just have to pray that he will find joy in life without seeking to suck all the fun away from others.
On a lighter note, happy Super Bowl Sunday to all!
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