I'm getting pretty excited to teach. I have loved my time at Glencoe Elementary school since I started there a little over a month ago. Tomorrow at 11am I have a phone call with Laurie Kash to discuss substitute teaching in her school district.
Monday I'm going to come into Glencoe early to enquire about substitute needs they may have.
To be a sub I need sponsorship from the school district. In the case of Rainier I know Laurie and/or Michael will write me a letter of sponsorship and employ me. I'm going to see if Portland will also so I can sub at Glencoe, too. :) I imagine substitute teaching with two districts is closer to full-time than one district. But we will see how much help Rainier needs.
Tomorrow I have the talk with People and Culture that may end my employment with Greenpeace. We will see what happens. But I think it is quite likely. I'm very very nervous. I'm also sad to let Josh and Frontline down at at time like this by probably resigning right before my scheduled Door SCC interview. I think I will feel very cathartic after the call tomorrow at 1:30pm. Maybe because it was a one time mutual thing and the motivation for this claim is clearly retaliative I will be part of a conflict resolution process that does not include my losing my job. I don't know.
I get so horny when I'm in Seattle...Seattle...Seattle! Seattle! Seattle!
I have had that song stuck in my head for fucking days while visiting Seattle for the first time in my adult life. It was a very big deal for me because I was born in Kennewick. I now am truly convinced that the state I was born in is not as cool as California. There were too many white people for a city that big. What the fuck? It felt so wrong. It was like the KKK could have been looming behind any corner. At least in Portland we are known for being "weird" so we are not a bunch of wealthy white people, we are just a bunch of white people. Seattle felt rich and San Francisco-like except the best parts of SF were NOWHERE to be found. Overall it sucked. I would not live there.
So, I am such a queer. I am convinced Mulan is really about a transgender man.
I have a watch of Paige's and a jacket of Julie's. Hehehe.
Mike sent me a freaking book of poems. Better yet, Mike sent me a book recommendation and then sent me a book in the mail for my birthday and together they are Berkeley colors. This is not any ordinary book of poems. It is a book that he has had sitting on his desk for years. I remembered a poem from it called "Things Take Time". It is a book called Grooks and it has short poems written by refugees during WWII about human truths.
Laptops should be turned the other way and lightweight like a fucking book.
Feeling such a heavy heart and so sensitive today. A song comes on from the one I still love who doesn't love me back and I feel like crying. I make the alarm in the office go off on accident and my heart rate doesn't slow back down for like 45 minutes. I make a small communication mistake at work and I am on edge about my boss' anger. Yesterday my coworkers forgot my 4 year work anniversary after one of us got a vegan cheesecake and candles during his a couple months ago. I even sent a reminder email last month about my GP anniversary. I am PMSing. I opened up about the effects I've internalized from working in a male dominated workplace yesterday and cried to the same male boss I fear the anger of. I told my boss I was yelled at by subordinate and he hasn't done anything. I don't want to face anyone. I am broke. This is a hard day.