I don’t want to talk about today. It was rough.
Have you ever lived a “situation” so draining you just can’t talk about it anymore?
You don’t want to think about it.
Instead I’m going to list words that describe Tuesday:
-blind-sided
-discourgaed
-tired
-ridiculous
-mistaken
-lied
-manipulated
-scolded
-frustrated
-intimidated
I came home and applied for USF. I don’t ever want to feel like I’m stuck at a job. It’s time I figure out a Plan B.
Do ever have moments when you have to cut your losses and just start over?
My co-worker has been a great stress lately. In previous posts I’ve mentioned her lack of involvement, her ambivalent attitude, her unfriendliness with the children and obvious knack for cussing.
She’s old and decided to retire. Yay! She has been on auto-pilot for the majority of the summer and counting down the weeks until she is finished.
Last week she decided NOT to retire. Which leaves me in this weird place.
I can’t do everything.
I’m NOT doing everything.
Our classroom is becoming unorganized and reckless. She doesn’t back me up when I discipline a child, and they are starting to catch on. Any day now I’m expecting a riot. I’m fighting the urge to throw my hands up and say “screw it.”
Needless to say, since I heard about her “un-retirement” plan my attitude has been crappy.
It’s like you’re running and you see the finish line, only just as you reach the it, it gets pushed at least 6 months away.
Gut check.
Do you keep running? Do you stop? Do you turn around and head in a different direction?
I have decided to change my pace
I’m leaving “crappy attitude Emily” at the door.
I’m making lemonade.
God wants me in her life.
Here it goes. I’m digging deep and pushing through.
This morning when I walked in, I shrugged off her snide comments about the unfinished lesson plan. I ignored her looks of disgust, when someone asked about my trip to Africa. I bit my tongue when she complained about the s’mores we were making.
It took me a couple of hours to be okay with saying this, but later I told her “I’m glad you’re not leaving yet.”
I meant it.
I have to find reasons to love her. I’m investing in her life.
God isn’t finished with this relationship and neither am I.
Before she left for the day, she surprised me by giving me a quick hug. She definitely had tears in her eyes and said “Thanks for putting up with me. It means a lot to me.”
Has it really taken me 2 years to get there?
My bad.
Who are you investing in this week?
Not exactly. My picture is just on the Catalyst website, because I’m best friends with Andy Stanley. See if you can find me…
OR:
Click here and then go to INFORMATION: DETAILS
Now wait. Once the Conference Information comes up, close the box and search for my face. I’m the 7th picture to load and you have to look for me. Kind of like “Where’s Waldo,” but a lot cooler.
They’re probably going to ask me to speak this year.
What would you speak about at Catalyst?
She doesn’t like to crank anymore.
I’m worried that I might have to make a sacrificial “something” to appease her.
This morning it took 10 cranks before she decided to run.
This was me at 5:56pm in the PCDC parking lot, trying to get home before the monsoon:
I was on the phone with either my Madre, Pops or Stephen Travis. I was thumbing for a ride home.
6:14pm:
Sally Mae showed favor and I drove home.
I love my red-hot-chili-pepper-air-freshener that Jess gave me when he left.
According to Myers Briggs I am an INFJ!
I’m not really sure what to do with this new information. To be honest, the “functional analysis” was 3 paragraphs longer than the point of me caring.
I can tell you that:
“Only one percent of the population has an INFJ Personality Type, making it the most rare of all the types.”
Rare indeed.
I’m like 1 in 83 million. That’s in Emily Math.
Evangeline Lilly, Martin Luther King, Jr. & Billy Crystal are some famous INFJ’s
Well, if anyone can explain exactly what an INFJ does/is that would be great!
What are you?
Are you an INFJ? If so, what are the odds? Like 4.5 % or something crazy like that!
He’s usually asleep when I arrive home, but he always wakes up when he hears my keys in the lock.
No matter how quiet I am.
I came home late last night and so begins the ritual.
Pops: “Em, you home?”
Me: “Yes sir.”
Pops: “Did you have fun?”
Me: “Yes sir.”
Pops: “Okay sweetie, glad you’re home. Don’t forget to turn the outside light off.”
Me: “Okay.”
Sometimes there are variations to the conversation depending on how sleepy he is or if he can remember exactly what I had planned that evening.
Last night he remembered that I saw Indiana Jones and wanted a brief critique of the movie despite my mother trying to sleep next to him.
I turned the stove light on, so I would have dim light and not crush my toes on darting furniture. As I trekked through our living room I see this on the wall:
I gasped in horror because I thought it was a sting ray.
On our wall.
Yes, I know sting rays can’t crawl and that they live in water.
In my defense I had just watched Indiana Jones, it was dark, I was tired and it was not there when I left earlier.
Anyway, my dad & mom got a good laugh and I refer to it as our “stingray pheasant pelt.”
My Kaley Grace is DRIVING!
Kaley is basically my little sister except we’re not related.
I remember a time when I would have to sneak out or she would pitch a fit to come with me.
Now I call her to see if she wants to hang out.
On Saturday we practiced her “parking skillz.” I took some cute pictures of her driving Sally Mae, however my camera said my card was not initialized and the pictures were deleted.
Unfortunate.
This one will have to do:
Here are 7 things I like about her…
- She tells it like it is.
- She knows EVERYTHING about the Jonas Brothers.
- She kicks butt at Dutch Blitz.
- She’s the greatest fisherman, uh, fisher-woman I know.
- She wears the same size as me!
- She has a heart for God!
- She is crazy AH-MAZING!
I love her!
There might be another way
To just feel better,
Just feel better about today? - Sister Hazel
Well, if you read my previous post you might have caught onto the fact that I did not have a good day at work.
This makes me feel better about today:
Watching him walk around the room was hysterical. This picture makes me change my mind about quitting. He is my darling!
- not my favorite day.
- I have yellow paint ALL over me.
- I bought Casey at the Bat, read by James Earl Jones, off I-tunes.
- I’m really into Starfish by Sister Hazel right now.
- Tomorrow is Splash Day.
- I hated waking up to the rain and then having to get out of bed.
- I read Psalm 63:1-3 today. Yea!
- I was called a “hateful pile of !@#%” by my co-worker.
- My piggy bank has a band aid across it’s nose.
- Laundry!
- I want to quit my job today.
- I have a headache.
- I’m frustrated with my job, so I ate a bag of Fritos today on my break.
- Hot dogs taste better at baseball games.
- P.F. Changs + lettuce wraps= bliss
- I’m too cold to put a sweatshirt on.
- I love my pillow right now.
- I’m thinking about taking scuba diving lessons and it scares me to death!
- I miss painting.
- I wonder if painting misses me?
- I wish I was in Africa.
- I still want to see Indiana Jones.
- I had pancakes for breakfast with Les. That makes me smile.
- My hair band fits perfectly on my finger. It actually makes a cute ring.
- Magic 8 balls suck.
- My computer screen is extremely dusty.
- I think I’m going to watch When Harry Met Sally.
- I bought myself flowers.
- I don’t know where my shoes are.
- I’m convinced Target has nothing in their store that’s my size.
The last time we saw mild mannered civilian, Miss. Emily Marion, she had just arrived home from her travels in Africa merely exhausted from doing good deeds.
Her troubles started about the same time she began unpacking. A few cotton/poly blend t-shirts here, a pair of jeans there, several bathing suits, a sweat shirt, endless piles of unmentionables.
How long had it been since she had done laundry?
Quiet steps to the laundry basket. The only sound was her own gasp as her hand reached out to open the creaking door.
Her scream echos through the empty house as the mountain of clothes come to life and reach for her throat.
Taken by surprise, she finds herself at the mercy of the filth.
Her old nemesis, LAUNDRY.
She has conquered him before, but alas, he continues to regain life.
“Will I ever be rid of him?” screams in her brain.
Caught off guard she is unable to breathe under the weight of the fabric. She thrusts her hand to the top of the mound in hope of fresh air to fill her burning lungs.
While in the throws of laundry’s evil schemes she spies her rescue.
The scent of Fresh Rain wafted through the air.
Could it be?
Yes, just inches away from her manicured fingertips was a container of ALL, small & mighty, stain lifter, liquid detergent …
This was not her preferred usual brand of cleaning liquid, it said small and mighty, but was it in fact mighty enough to expel evil itself?
This was no time to argue stain lifter capabilities. Laundry’s grasp was tightening. She stretched for the handle. Her fingers curled around the almost empty bottle.
Was there even enough to aid in her deliverance?
She loosened the lid and…
She blinked her eyes against the harsh lighting. Mustering the strength she sat up and looked at the motionless mass around her.
LAUNDRY had been temporarily rendered powerless.
She picked up the pieces and carried them to the washing machine. There would be no delicate cycle for the monstrosity.
“Either I do the laundry or the laundry does me!” she proclaimed holding the bottle of mighty stain lifter.
Was this container the beginning of a new hope?
A New Soap.
The villian has been subdued for now, but the fight will continue on.
:::::STAY TUNED:::::
