Yesterday

In which things went subtly wrong. The one time I wanted the other prof to be in the lab (he's usualy in there when I need to be) so I could practice my powerpoint for my students and he was of course in the classroom so I couldn't. We did run through it so they could see what they were missing out on.

Then on friday I gave a test to one of my boss's students. this isn't unusual. He doesn't have lab portions on the advantaged tests. this time he did which she tells me about AFTER she has the test in hand and has read all the questions. She tells me he knows she's coming (and while he didn't tell me this before he left for the seminar that's not unusual). I can't find the pictures. Now she's furious that he has no other pictures for her. He's mad at her coming in. Both are probably ticked at me. We did come to an arrangment but it's like who needs this (the question my boss asked me and telling me I'm nuts not to run from teaching now)

Then I go and get my hair cut. She trims the dead ends off and that's it, gives me some advice because PCOS has made my hair very thin on top and then tell me my hair is so beautiful and curly shoves in some gel and tells me I'm done. My hair looks like when I get up in the morning and I paid money for this. Mom (who's a beautician) told me that's the new in look. Well hell, who needs a brush right?

then mom calls to tell me she went shopping for a suit for me. Found the perfect one provided I can lose 100 pounds between now and the next interview (and asked the same thing I did why do professional suits stop at size 6?) and gloated over the great clothes she found for herself.

I DID get a chapter of Tearing the Veil done finally and the beta's have it. Sort of like with Built on Lies, I think the thing has kinda run its course and just needs to end. It doesn't need to be longer so this one I time jumped a little (I wanted a little Darla/Buffy/Angel conflict but I didn't want it to happen in one day. I wanted Buffy to be a tad more mature than that but had no real way of keeping the story interesting while that builds. How much can we see of the gang scouring Madison before we get bored?

And behind the cut is the cult tv meme, taken from Evil Little Dog
( Read more... )

Yesterday and today it's in the high 70's. Tomorrow it's going to snow. No wonder my arthritis hurts. I'm okay with the cold. It's drastic weather jumps I can't handle.

Randomness and a mystery

Bought new pantyhose for hte interview. This is always an exercise in futility. So there I am, two pairs in hand, one that says it fits a lady my size and the other is one size bigger. I go for the bigger. I try them on today thinking if it's too big I'll swing by wal-mart before work tomorrow. Okay these ones are designed to fit a woman 6'0" and 280 pounds. I'm a few inches shy of 6 feet and I weigh nowhere near 280 pounds. I still can't get the crotch all the way up in these stupid things.

The mystery - Yesterday I woke up with a black eye but assumed it was allergies (they tend to break the capillaries around my eyes) Today I woke up more exhausted than when I went to bed. My head hurt when I brushed back my hair. I have a bruise on my forehead. Now I didn't fall out of bed nor has anyone swatted me. Explain this.

packing

Which isn't so bad when you're only gone two days. I leave tomorrow, interview thursday, fly back friday the thirteenth. Unfortunately I dont' get in until LATE tomorrow, drive half way there (because by then it'll be after midnight) then drive the hour the next day which means getting up at like 4:30AM. Yeah this will be conducive to interviewing. Sigh. The only way to have had more time was to leave today and I just couldn't afford it.

Also found out my only pair of dress heels that I could possibly wear because of my injury are shot. I thought they were a little dusty. No, they dry rotted in Florida. Hear me whimpering? I never thought to check them. This has never happened before. The only other thing I have are ballet slippers. I'm hoping I can sharpie black over the blemishes and that they dont' fall apart on me. SOB.

At least I'm otherwise packed and revved up nervous. Wheeee.

Story Update

Hey I did accomplish something before I left (and thanks to marenfic for the beta). The latest chapter of Built on Lies is up. As just a refresher, in a Post NFA/Chosen AR, Connor has gone to Rome for a semester aboard and to clear his head after getting back his memories and joins up with Buffy and the Scoobies finding more than he bargined for in his summer in Rome. Hope you enjoy (author's note, since it's been awhile, part of Vail's spell included dance lessons for Connor)

Built on Lies - Catacombs

 

x-posted all over.