Shopping with the Girls

I went with my sister-in-law and two nieces to a thrift store in a nearby city on Columbus Day. We found lots of good bargains-my 13 year old niece Katyana bought 3 skirts for $9. My sister-in-law found two pairs of jeans that fit well. My 4 year old niece did not find the time we spent shopping as fascinating as her sister did-after all, they had nothing in her size. Poor Becca got pretty bored, so she and I went into the shoe section and I let her play shoe sales lady [and I got to sit and rest...] Her taste runs to stiletto heels and really pointy toes, mostly about a size six...I felt like Cinderella's evil stepsisters. With size nine feet, I generally avoid that pointy-toed thing. I did find a nice fairly non-descript, low heeled, good tread pair that I bought for $9. I'd been looking at Walmart for new shoes but the ones I liked all cost $35.
After our thrift store expedition, we went to the mall and had some lunch. I scoped out some bargains her, too. Becca was especially pleased when I found a bin of 75% off stuffed animals. After digging all through the bin, we found some Dora the explorer dolls that cost about $1.50; it was easy talking Mom into one of those. I liked the Winter Dora, in a parka, but Becca overruled me. She picked one in shorts and a t-shirt, and stripped her right down on the ride home.

California musings

En route from Yosemite to Manzanar, we camped in the Owens Valley for two nights and visited a little museum there. We were looking for information on Manzanar, which we found...but we also found that the aforementioned battle is still alive and well, at least to the local people. Their river [or lake] bed is a poisonous dust bed now, and a good wind can cause all sorts of problems to the people and few remaining livestock in this once active farming community. The curator referred us to an older man who told us about attempts to blow up the aqueducts and talked with bitterness about what sounded like a very recent theft of the Valley’s water. When did it happen? In the 50's or 60's? I looked it up later and found that it had all happened in 1920. This gentleman was old, but not nearly old enough to remember those events. Yet the bitterness is still very much there, and with reason. Very few people in the Owens Valley have any benefit from this enterprise.

notes from the trip

We were in this area in October-November. We hiked to the hanging gardens and emerald pools in Zion. I bet it's even more striking this time of year. We visited the South Rim of the Grand Canyon, but my kids were more impressed with Canyon de Chelly[pronounced shay] in eastern AZ. Also, Hubbell trading post is "near" de Chelly. We camped on the Hopi reservation and did laundry in a town there. Great culture study! Near Zion, we camped in the Virgin river recreational area...what views! We live in upstate NY so it was all new and exciting. Oh, in St. George there are dinosaur tracks you can see. Ask some locals for directions. Pipesprings National monument is really cool. [south of Utah in AZ] There is a massacre site near St. George, but many of the locals would rather forget it...Kit Carson had been in the wagon train attacked...he was 7. If you are interested, I could find more info on that.
We did a ton of History and Environmental Science there! And saw our first tarantula and Jerusalem cricket.
We just got home in February from a major around the U.S. excursion. This is where my introduction begins, because this trip was really defining for us. My elder son and I started homeschooling 9th grade just before we left last July. My younger son started 6th grade at the same time, and is in 7th now. We've seen ourselves as homeschoolers since the older son was 3. We use Boy Scouts heavily, and now Civil Air Patrol as well, for my older son. We tend to be borderline unschooling relaxed eclectic homeschoolers. ;-)
I am homeschooling college-doing some credit by evaluation based largely on my homeschooling experiences and some on-line courses. My sons are dyslexic, but against all forecasts [by evaluators] are readers[the elder son at grade level, the younger way beyond]. My limited time with my boys is scaring me to death...they're not near "done" yet!!!!

Gumby

Giving notice here, brothers of mine-you can no longer claim to be Mom’s favorite. Neither can I, if it’s any comfort. A new love has claimed her affections-and she’s not even flesh and blood. She is a bit like a large Frisbee with wheels, rumbles as she moves, and trundles through the house uninhibited...and her name is Gumby.
It’s the Roomba! Mother is talking to it like it is a member of the household. She does seem a little gender confused…usually it is “she” but sometimes she calls it “he”…last night she dreamed she let it sleep on her bed.
Ok, guys…time for an intervention? How about if we just get her a cat [against her protests, of course…it’s for her own good.]…

safely there

Finally we pulled up to the gate of Bandelier National park. The Ranger was there to direct us to a camping site among the trees. We were pretty burnt out, so we set up and then just relaxed. The next morning was dedicated to housekeeping chores, but after lunch we got to go out and visit a few cave dwellings and kivas. My sons and I did the Junior Ranger activities and earned a patch apiece. I usually was not a participant, and at 15 years of age, my older son was often not eligible, but here they encouraged everyone to do the activities in the name of education. A thought provoking question was, “How do we convince people not to put graffiti on the cliff walls…” My 12 year old’s answer was “I don’t think you can. It is human nature. You can do what you can to discourage it, but after all, isn’t what the Anasazi were doing in cliff paintings about the same thing?”

The Road to Los Alamos

We have been listening to “Surely You’re Joking Mr. Feynman” in the car the last couple of days. My brother thought we’d enjoy this book by a famous physicist and gave us the cds. I had read the book sometime ago, and found it interesting enough to have another go at it. Warped humor you know-always a draw for me. Anyway, we are at a stage where Richard Feynman is talking about his first experiences at Los Alamos, and it is bringing back memories of the Great Westward Exploration we did, several years ago. At dinner today, my brother was asking, did we travel for 10 months on that trip? I told him, “No, although it seemed much longer at times, it was only 7 months.” My uncle said that’s too long, he finds one month to be more than enough time away from home, and I agreed with him. However, I am glad we did it when we did.
To me, our trip to Los Alamos begins in Jemez Pueblo. There was some kind of festival going on and traffic was slow. Houses were adorned with gorgeous cones of red and green and yellow peppers, some on adobe walls that set them off like framed art. The peppers are my strongest impression of the place.
We stopped at Walatowa Visitor Center and talked to the rangers, looked at the displays, and discussed whether to find a place for the night or go on to Bandelier National Park. The Rangers assured us the weather looked good, snow much later that night, but we should be good if we traveled on right away. We blithely went on our way down and it promptly began to snow…just lightly…we’d be fine, we were sure…boy was that grade steep…but it would end soon…seemed to be snowing harder…weren’t those big fluffy white clumps of snow pretty. ..everyone was passing our truck and camper rig…that was fine…better they were far away, made us feel a little safer…getting a bit slick here…will this grade ever end…can you see beyond the nose of the truck…just barely…no stopping here…no going back…gee that ranger passing us looks nervous…hey I think he is leading us…just far enough ahead so we can see his lights…I feel a little better but guess I’ll keep praying…I think the grade is getting steeper if anything...the road is really greasy now...
to be continued
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The Cart-scalator

On Sunday, my mother and I made a trip to the really big big-box store to pick up a few things…the store is so big, it has two floors and an escalator to move people up and down between them…and a cart-scalator to move their carts, too. We felt a bit like Ma and Pa Kettle visit the city here.
Two stories-one for food, crafts and books, one for everything else-makes it necessary to have a people moving system, so there is an escalator in the middle of the store. As we approached the escalator we wondered what we would do with our cart, which had a few things in it. No problem! Between the downscalator and the upscalator [as I like to call them] was a narrow passage with gates…the cart-scalator! We stood and gawked for a moment, watching how people used this wonder…we didn’t want to do it wrong and look foolish!
We were not the only ones first casting eyes upon this modern convenience…children were squealing with delight, seemingly sophisticated young people were laughing and pointing out features, timid elderly folks were backing away…
We felt confident we could get ourselves and our cart safely to the lower level, so we approached the gate. Pushing the cart through the gate, I thought I was prepared, but then the cart was grabbed out of my hands and pulled into the channel. I jumped back and we dashed to the downscalator, arriving right after our cart started its descent. The cart-scalator is timed a little slower than the escalator, so soon we were neck and neck. Ahead of us, a young couple, carrying their baby in a snugli on Daddy’s chest, were watching and commenting on their cart’s progress. An infant carrier perched precariously on the top of the child seat wobbled at first, but then steadied. A coffee cup placed in the bottom of the cart wiggled and jiggled and the young lady exclaimed “Your coffee is spilling!” But no, the young man assured her, the cup is empty.
At the bottom, the exit gate was momentarily blocked by up-going passengers trying to work out the cart loading scheme, but I said “excuse me” and they parted so we could retrieve our cart. We merrily went on our shopping way, a little wiser in the ways of the world and invigorated by our adventure. Simple pleasures for simple people!

This week at work

This week at work, I brainwashed several 2 year olds[and a couple of 18 month olds] into a real love of school buses…I also petted a tarantula, shook hands with a large furry bear, sang a million verses of “The Wheels on the bus” [well, actually only 2 or 3 verses, over and over and over…] presided over a car wash, and came close to being vomited on. My job is so exciting!
On Tuesday, We ran a hose into the playground and used a basin and rags to wash some dusty riding toys and our two jeeps [that used to be battery operated before they were given to us]. That was a lot of fun, and we ended up getting very wet. I was really thankful that it was such a warm day…
On Wednesday, a group of children were playing in our cardboard box aka bear cave/house/garage, when one threw up. I ended up stripping his best friend down to her diaper and washing her shoes to get all the vomit off her. That was the sad end of our box...
We had a special field trip scheduled for Thursday, so I started indoctrinating the kiddos last week-this Tuesday we were invited to get on the bus and sit in the seats. I had to carry the youngest onto the bus, she was very nervous about it at first. After a few minutes she warmed up to the idea and started exploring the bus-at least I think that is what she was doing-she did seem to be paying special attention to the emergency exits.
Since I switched hours with my aide and started arriving a little later, I always hit the ground running when I enter the classroom door. On Thursday, it was a mad rush to get everyone fed, diapered, and sun screened. We met the deadline and boarded the bus. We were barely out of the parking lot when my ESL student indicated to me that he wanted to sing “The Wheels on the Bus”. He looked over his shoulder, back at me, said “bus?”, “wheels?” and moved hands and arms in a circular motion. I am so proud of him; his grasp of English has just exploded lately. So of course we sang for all of the fraction of a mile it took us to reach our destination.
We disembarked and started looking at the amenities available-a magnet fishing pool, a play dough table, a foam and paper craft table. We made spiders from Styrofoam and pipe cleaners, and met a tarantula named Faith. One of my little dears wanted me to “Touch it! Touch it!” So I got permission and gave poor Faith conniptions by gently touching her back. Already some of the kids were chanting “Bus? Bus?”
Smokey the Bear approached us as we were having some water, and my kids’ faces froze…I shook his hand and patted his arm, and my bravest lad also shook his hand, but then one of the children started to wail and we had to beat feet. We did manage to plant some flower seeds, but the rest of our visit was punctuated not only with chants of “Bus, bus!”, but with cries of alarm and pointing as Smokey came ever closer… Finally we boarded the bus for the return trip. I tell you, I had some tired little teddy bears! They were so overtired, it took almost an hour to get them all settled down for naptime after they’d eaten lunch.
For the next day and a half, we had screams of joy every time we saw the bus, and all of our play was peppered with enquiries of “Smokey Bear?” Overall, a very successful and productive week at work.

Perpetual Master's Degree

I've been thinking about my future. I know I want to get a Master's degree, but I'm not sure what my focus would be. Educational research? Reading specialization? Preschool science? Something in the educational field at any rate.
It sure is taking me awhile to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. When you think about it, I am 46 and it took me 26 years to earn my Bachelors degree, 8 years actually taking classes and earning credit...not sure if I have time to waste here.

Fafsa aargh

No, it’s not a foreign language. It is just a reflection of my feelings, having just completed 2 federal aid forms-one for each son. These documents, called the Free Application for Federal Student Aid [aka Fafsa], are miracles of circular reasoning. In order to access the document, you put in information like student’s name, social security number, and birth date. Then you press the Next button, which takes you to the “confirm your identity page”, on which you fill in the student’s name, social security number, and birth date. The Next button here takes you to the actual application page, on which there are blanks for the…you guessed it… student’s name, social security number, and birth date. Mercifully, smart technology kicks in at this point, and the blanks have been filled in for you.
So, I went through the whole process once, then did it all again, noticing on boy number two’s final confirmation page that I could have chosen a button to pre-fill the second child’s application. That’s where the “aaargh” really sets in.
I really can’t complain too much-since it took me six years to finish the final two and a half years of my bachelor’s degree, I have plenty of helpful practice. And, if I did everything right this time, I should be able to access the applications next year and make small changes without having to completely re-file. Yay!

That Cat

Five o'clock in the morning , and Molly Bad Cat decides she'd like an early breakfast. She walks all over The Man, then touches noses with The Woman, saying in a perfectly clear voice [in Catese, of course-all intelligent beings speak Catese]"Feed me now!". The folks are not responsive, obviously rendered unconscious by some insidious force. Molly B. Cat takes things in her own hands and goes to the buzzy box on the night stand. This box is miraculous...when it buzzes, people jump up and feed the cat and all is as it should be. Molly B. pushes the box to the edge of the stand-one more push and it will fall on the floor, causing the noise that will save the peoples, earning Molly their eternal gratitude. Just before the crucial moment, The Woman opens her eyes and grabs the buzzy box. She makes a funny face and says, "I've got another half hour!" [in human, which of course, Molly, as a sophisticated student of primitive languages, understands perfectly...although she often pretends not to...in order to better study primitive beings unobtrusively]. When the woman closes her eyes, Molly stomps back across the bed. Finally The Man sees some sense and says, "I might as well get up..."

The Great Food Coloring Caper

We had a lot of fun at school this week, playing with cause and effect. Food coloring had a part in much of this-like, (1) if we add coloring to the water in a vase and put in a white carnation, what happens? (2)If you add red color at one end of the water in the texture table, and yellow color in the other end, and mix well, what happens to the water?(3) If you have jars of food colored-water, eye droppers, coffee filters, and eight two year olds,what can you make? (5)What happens if the teacher leaves the food coloring on the lower counter?
The answers-(1)the flowers in the blue and yellow waters change colors-for some reason, the red and green vases are slow to share the colors with the flower. (2)You get orange water! (3) Beautiful paper flowers ;-) and (4) a mess on the puzzle table, all the way across the room! You also get four marked plotters, one of whom is caught red-handed…the other three, of course, are blue, yellow and green handed…Which brings me to a question I have always pondered…if red, yellow and blue are chosen for the classic four vial food coloring box because they are the primary colors all other colors are made from, as I assume, who decided to put green in, and why?
How about a nice purple or magenta or chartreuse? Actually, I always need brown and have little luck with mixing the “toast” formula on the back of the box…

it's official-I am not a homeschooling parent

From April 4th...That's right. Today is the day-I entered the last of my baby’s tests into the website and they will be mailing his diploma soon. This is a really weird feeling. I am still providing books for him to read from now until he leaves to work at Scout camp, and we will be working closely on college application and financial aid forms, but mostly, it's just...over.
After 16 years of identifying myself as a homeschooling parent, it feels very strange to move on.

Book report

My brother suggested a book and author on his blog a few weeks back and I read and enjoyed the book, so brother said I needed to post about what I am reading. I am reading “the Winter King”, an Arthur legend by the author Jon suggested, Bernard Cornwall. I am also reading “Dragonsinger” by Anne McCaffrey. And “Matilda Bone” by Karen Kushman, the story of a medieval bonesetter’s apprentice. I also have started reading the invention of “Hugo Cabret, a novel in words and pictures” and I just picked up a Star Wars novel from the library, as well as “All through the night, a troubleshooter Christmas”, and “The Gift”. Oh and “No Biting”…bet you can guess where I’m going with THAT choice. :o

something fishy

When I thought I was pretty sure I'd get the job teaching 18 month to three year olds, I started brainstorming about how I'd like it to be. Bright colors, lots of activity and life in my classroom...I began looking around for resources. I got an email from freecycle offering guppies so I contacted the giver to see how hard they would be to care for. Sounded easy enough...so my fourth day at work, I approached my boss and got permission to have the fish in my classroom. I then contacted the guppy lady and set up a date for pick up.
Then my comedy of errors began...I dug out my old plastic tank and found it had a big hole in one corner. Searched my basement and found two biscotti jars a neighbor woman gave us, decided they could work with a little modification. My husband cut out the center part of one lid and we set in a circle of screen, and I had a carry lid and a breathing lid. One jar sits in my class for the fish and one holds water to condition and be ready for water changes.
The day we had scheduled for pick up approached-and we found out we needed/wanted to go to an event for my sister-in-law's family the same day. But the fish were located on the route, so we planned to pick them up on the way. It was very cold out, and I began to worry about leaving the fish in the car...but I worked it out. I dumped my purse in a grocery bag, and slipped the fish, baggie and margarine tub and all, into my purse. [I did not tell my mother this.] The fish happily attended the family event and then went out to eat with us.
I was a little worried how my aide would feel about the fish; not to worry! When she saw them she was so excited. And so were the kids. One of the boys tried to share his strawberries with them [that screen was good thinking!]. One little girl squealed with delight when she saw the fish. Everyday the kids love to see them.
We had a snow day last Friday. My boss called to let me know to stay home and an hour later I realized...my poor fish! I found out that the building would be open for a few hours midday, so we arranged to pick them up on our way to pick up my niece. This time we had a picnic cooler in the car to insulate the fishies from the cold, so they didn't need to come in everywhere with us.
My kitty Molly is so happy to have the fish home for a visit. She likes to try to steal their food. She loves to chase them around the jar. She loves to just curl up around the jar and gaze fondly at them.
Ah the hours of enjoyment our fishies provide us.

Fun at work

I have written my first week of lesson plans for the new job! Teddy Bears everywhere this week…hiding in sand or under fake fur in the texture table, piled in the housekeeping corner, pictures to paint and hang on the wall, even teddy bears in song or rhyme during circle time. We will hunt teddy bears and read about them, take them for walks and cuddle with them. It seemed like an easy subject to start my first lesson plans with…next week, we will start a two week spring unit-maybe it will hurry the season on a bit. Hope hope hope!

Gainfully employed

I've been researching stuff for my new job duties…namely, teaching 18 month to 3 year old babies. This is going to be fun. I'm going to see if I can do the monarch caterpillar project in my classroom…I hear someone has neon guppies to give away…I think we will build a life size magnolia tree in the classroom, with coffee filter flowers and brown paper trunk…

I've been saying my guys aren't much fun anymore. At 19 and 17, craft projects leave them cold and my field trip ideas elicit groans. Well, fine! I can deal with it…I have new little buddies. Maybe we can make recycled space ships…walk to the library…do a spring thing scavenger hunt! Oh boy oh boy oh boy!

CAM

Have I invented a new acronym for a condition I have observed? The condition is one I have seen in myself, in my mother, my college-aged son and the elementary school students I work with. We take an action on the computer and when the results take a few seconds to happen, even as much as a minute or two [gasp!] we get impatient, upset, even irate. I’m calling it the Cyber Age Malady, aka C.A.M.. So, do you suffer from CAM?

New Job

Interview process is over. I did not get the first job I interviewed for. I did not get the second job I interviewed for. I got the job vacated by someone who took one of the other jobs! My official title is Head Teacher in the Toddler room. Now doesn’t that sound prestigious?
I will be writing lesson plans and changing diapers, assessing progress and disinfecting toys, making reports and pushing the stroller around the block. I love it!
Yesterday I saw my new charges at play in the gym and toured my classroom. My “babies” are 18 months to 3 years old, and look like lots of fun. I’m sure there will be challenges but I am even kind of looking forward to that. My room is bright and sunny and full of evidence of creative teaching and creative kids.
Soon I will be saying good bye to my other kids. Sixty-seven kindergarten through third graders, of whom eleven first graders were my special charge. I will miss them but I will not miss trying to keep track of who all those kids belong to. Pick-up time can be a real madhouse! Keeping track of just ten kids and who their parents are sounds much easier.
Teaching toddlers...I think this is what I want to be when I grow up! At least for a few years.

It's still not fair!

A week later…my friend took the job with the rising young newspaper, an exciting opportunity. A week after that, for confusing reasons, she was let go. It’s still not fair. For her, really unfair. But the other job in her field was still open so she is newly employed…yet again.

It's not Fair!

week ago at work a young lady told me she felt it wasn’t fair that I ended up having my book club meeting in a corner of the cafeteria instead of going down the hall to a quieter room. It was really crazy day, and the kids seemed especially wound up so I thought I might be able to help the situation if I stayed nearby and tried to suck in some of the other kids, get them going on a project and too busy to get in trouble. Later I was thinking about her concerns. It was kind of funny, that week we both had birthdays. I believe she turned 19 and I turned 46. [That’s right, Chris-46…not 50+] Maybe the difference in our years made a difference in how we saw the situation. Maybe I gave up on “fair” many years ago…
Maybe not…
I have been trying to find full time work. The interview process is agony to me. In the meantime, my mother has people beg her to come to work…less than a mile from her house…on her terms concerning when she wants to work. And my graphic artist friend…well don’t get me started! She answered one ad… went on one interview…and suddenly she’s trying to decide between three positions, two of which are in her field.
It’s not fair!

Interview process

Since I completed my computer class and my job shadow project, I am even more sure that I don’t want to be an Office worker. I want to play with kids! But I do want to work more hours [and earn more money]. So when I went out for lunch with my graphic artist friend [who was also looking for a job] we looked over the local help wanted ads and I found something right up my alley. Head teacher [don’t that sound prestigious!] for a local child development council’s after school program. Right after lunch I called the Displaced Homemaker’s office and made an appointment to update my resume.
Boy do I look good on paper! It’s a real head sweller. But my dear friends are so good at keeping my feet on the ground. I needed to submit three letters of recommendation with the resume and I emailed a request for same to most of the people I’ve worked with in a volunteer capacity, and got a good response. Of course I had to shelf the letter about how I lie awake nights thinking of ways to make my scouts suffer…and the letter about the eating of the fishy eye incident. But the letters about my wonderful common sense, my creativity, and my miraculous ability to stretch a buck, those I could use.
My brothers gave plenty of good advice on interviewing successfully. Look the interviewer in the eye, don’t be scary, write a thank-you note. I’m trying to do everything right…hopefully that will count in my favor even if I fail in some small detail.
Before my first interview I found a second ad for a position working with preschoolers as an assistant teacher in the same organization, so at the interview I let them know I’d go for either position. Here I am, two interviews later, waiting waiting waiting. Can you believe the hiring staff all went on vacation for a week? Aaargh! The suspense! But they did call me just before they left and ask if I’d be interested in a possible third situation as head teacher working with toddlers. So that triples my chances.

A day with my kids

As a homeschooling Mom, it used to be that every day was a day with my kids. No longer. Now it is a red letter day if we spend a few hours together. At 17 and 19 years of age, my kids have a life separate from mine. And I realized not so long ago, that I needed a life separate from theirs, as well.
The older son, our crown price, so to speak, is a college student. His younger brother, the beloved baby of the family, will graduate high school this year and probably go on to college next fall. Saturdays, they usually spend the day on the slopes. Weekdays, I’m out working. So as you can see, we aren’t even in the same building that much anymore.
But Tuesday was different. We dragged them out of bed early, made the hour drive to the mall, where Dad dropped us off and then went off to his doctor’s appointment. We shopped together some, split up and met again, then spent half an hour waiting in a seating area to meet Dad. Not that we talked much. The wee darlings carry their portable game systems everywhere so they played some competitive and cooperative games while I people watched.
When Dad picked us up we went to lunch…all you can eat Chinese-American-Italian-Japanese buffet. We all ate our fill and then sat talking for awhile. I love the way their minds work. Even though the 17 year old is experimenting with political positions that are polar opposites of his family tradition…or maybe that makes him even more interesting. The 19 year old is studying psychology, and it seems he has a good level headed teacher. Monday’s class was about Phineas Gage. Fascinating but gory stuff.
[ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phineas_Gage ]
They also discussed seizures, which dear son found he had the most firsthand observational experience with, thanks to his late Grandfather.
Well, our next stop was kind of obvious-since I like the way their brains work, and we were discussing brain trauma, we went helmet shopping. My older dear son is a skier, his brother is a snowboarder. Their Ski Patrol friend has been telling them horror stories of his own, mostly from training but one or two from personal experience. So we went hunting helmets and found what we needed at our second stop. Something to soothe Mom’s worries while protecting their “cool” image. Tomorrow morning they will test drive the new equipment, and I will worry about my part time son, who was getting another kind of hardware [braces] while we were hunting helmets. We will get him fixed up soon…

the shadow knows

I finished my computer classes with flying colors and all kinds of accolades from the teacher. She had to shelve her usual textbook because it was an INTRODUCTION to Access, Excel and Word and my 2 classmates and I were beyond that point. She found a more advanced text for us to use, and introduced us to Power Point and HTML. I created my first Power Point production, for my Citizens in the Community merit badge at Scouts. I'm pretty proud of it although my brothers go on something awful about "death by Power Point", evidently a demise they much fear.
Now I'm in the middle of my job shadow assignment. My ego is crashing down around my ears. It is a consolation to me that the people I am working with will never forget me. Every time they open a file folder and find one or two sheets inside, upside down, they will think of me. Every time they use the paper shredder [which may never be the same] they will think of me. So many things will remind them of me.
Luckily they found a place for me, upstairs in the library stacks. I spend my days looking for damaged bar codes on the books. Sometimes they are just worn out, sometimes paranoid patrons remove them…to keep the library police from spying on them through tiny microchip cameras hidden in the bar codes, evidently.
So, ask me, what do I want to be when I grow up? An office worker? Well, let’s just say…The Shadow Knows….
NOT!