The ironies of my life

So I had a job interview yesterday (because apparently I don't have enough jobs and need more). It was at the School of Theology, in the Center for Process Studies. Went really well, except for the whole we can't hire you part. Not for a lack of talent, experience, etc on my part, no because of the government. See, I qualify for work-study (thank you grad school), there are a boat load of work-study jobs available, the school wants students to have work study, but the government, well, they don't really want to give up any money. Which, yes, is a problem. In fact, money has been cut by 46% in the past two years. So now, even though I've basically been hired, I'm #18 on the waiting list, and have to wait for 18 current students to graduate, leave, or be somehow kicked out of school so I can actually work at the job that I was hired for. Thank you federal government. But the experience was not an utter waste, as I did learn about the history student who, after being found wandering around campus wearing a only garbage bag, was asked to leave last year. And I thought going grey (which I seriously am, therefore giving me another thing to stress over, which then leads to more grey hair, and the vicious cycle continues) was bad... at least I'm not wearing a trash bag... yet.

Questions that need answers!

Okay, so I'm in a quagmire (heh, funny word). Halloween's coming up and I have no idea what I'm going to be! Any thoughts my loyal (and plentiful) readers, okay, Liz?

shacktastic

So this is my new favorite word: Shacknasty. As in Shacknasty Jim, an Indian fighter in the Modoc Wars. I learned about Shacknasty Jim in this book I just finished; River of Shadows by Rebecca Solnit. So good! It was about Eadweard Muybridge, who was the first person to photograph movement in 1872, and his role in the creation ofthe Californian identity. I'm usually not that interested in Western history, but this book was really well written and engaging, and also included many interesting anectdotes. One of my favorites was about Joshua Norton, who in 1859 proclaimed himself "Emperor of the United States" as well as the "Protector of Mexico." Whats really great is that until the end of his life, people accepted him into their homes and gave him stuff, never ostracizing him. Somehow I think if I proclaimed myself emperor of the US, people probably wouldn't give me the same reception. Although you never know...

Goodbyes...

I'm getting a new car- something that I've been desiring for many a year. Its a Huyndai, and while not brand new, its newer than my 13 year old Toyota, Simon. Now don't get me wrong, I'm super excited about this new car- worrying about shaking on the freeway, bad alignment, annoying car alarms and fears that the car won't turn will now be a thing of the past. So yes, joyful times will be ahead, but I'm also really sad! Simon was the car that I took my drivers test in, and most of my driving memories were had in that car. So essentially, my entire driving history has been bookended by this car. And now as of Thursday it will come to an end. I think I just have a problem with endings. I hate saying goodbyes (a lot!), or when TV shows end, I have problems finishing books, and obviouslyI'm sad when I have to switch cars. But I guess this is something I'm going to have to deal with... eventually. The end.

Is it wrong to want a syllabus?

Okay, so here are some things that I want in life. Not the eternal life-more like life right now. First of all, a job was be super. Preferably one that's not in Santa Monica or for crazy people. Just a nice officey job where I don't have to deal with too much craziness. Is that so wrong? Apparently, in LA it just might be. I also want to find a way to stand, because now (and I am not making this up) to go with not being able to stand sometimes on my left hip, I also can't put pressure on my right knee if its extended all the way. Seriously, what is going on? And I'm posting this to be all, oh look at me, I'm so sad. I figure it could only be my luck to have a bad left hip and right knee. One would think that they could at least be on the same side! But then again, I'm not in the Sudan right now, or any really bad place (unless you count the air quality in the Inland Empire). Actually I'm sitting in bed, with my laptop... so I'm guessing things can't be too bad after all. Although, I really still would at least like a job. And maybe one side of my body to handle weight :)