Back to School
Had another school dream last night. Very annoying. It's because I was worrying about a deadline that's coming up soon, and put all the real work off until today, which I really shouldn't have done because I'm usually a portion-it-out-before-the-deadline kind of person rather than a cram-it-all-in-at-the deadline kind of person, and there was really no reason to cram it all in other than general laziness and prioritizing the portioning of other projects (how come I suddenly have so many projects now that I'm unemployed? Or, rather, on vacation -- that's what you are when you're not at work, right?)
Anyway, yeah, my fault for all the subconscious worrying. So I had to sign up for some math class (I think it's was some kind of Algebra, so I'm guessing high-school, except it was on my elementary school campus), and no one I talked to knew anything about any of the professors. And I talked to a lot of people. And I finally just picked a name at random and decided to hope for the best.
My clue that it was current subconscious issue rather than some latent insecurity was the level of effort I put into figuring out which professor would be worthwhile. When I really was in school, I only kind of half-assed looking onto professors since I was a night student and really, what kind of choices would I have anyway? And when looking for past jobs, I'd either stick to internet research or leap empty-handed into the void. Having decided it now takes a village to find a new job, I I took a multi-pronged approach to my job search -- everything from emailing my resume to everyone I knew to inviting people out to lunch to pick their brains to... well, let's just say I was busy. Add to that all the internet research and whatnot that I normally did.
What was this all about? Oh, yeah, my dream. See what happens when you call your blog a freewrite?
Actually, this blog might be even longer than my dream.
Anyway, yeah, my fault for all the subconscious worrying. So I had to sign up for some math class (I think it's was some kind of Algebra, so I'm guessing high-school, except it was on my elementary school campus), and no one I talked to knew anything about any of the professors. And I talked to a lot of people. And I finally just picked a name at random and decided to hope for the best.
My clue that it was current subconscious issue rather than some latent insecurity was the level of effort I put into figuring out which professor would be worthwhile. When I really was in school, I only kind of half-assed looking onto professors since I was a night student and really, what kind of choices would I have anyway? And when looking for past jobs, I'd either stick to internet research or leap empty-handed into the void. Having decided it now takes a village to find a new job, I I took a multi-pronged approach to my job search -- everything from emailing my resume to everyone I knew to inviting people out to lunch to pick their brains to... well, let's just say I was busy. Add to that all the internet research and whatnot that I normally did.
What was this all about? Oh, yeah, my dream. See what happens when you call your blog a freewrite?
Actually, this blog might be even longer than my dream.
posted by Sophia & Sienna's Mom at 9:37 AM
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