Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Gather the red high-top tennis shoes...let's keep the cult alive

I am off to go speak at an Interest Session for prospective RA's, CA's, and VCA's. I have to go and make the job sound appealing, fun, and something that a rational person would want to do.

Some days -- like today -- I feel as if I'd need to have a shower afterwards. I'm feeling very used-car-salesman in my feelings about work after dealing with some coworkers this morning and afternoon.

Thankfully, I will have coffee to see me through.


Monday, November 29, 2004

Let's talk turkey

For as much as I love me some free time away from work, and taking advantage of extended weekends...

I hate the coming back. I have a candidate on campus to interview for a job, and I have to present an In-Service for the RA's tonight. Guess what I'M going to be researching this afternoon? Ironically enough? The topic?

Relaxation, and how to not get stressed out at the end of the semester.

-- shut the hell up, the lot of you. I can hear your laughter.

******

Once I catch up on the inane amount of work related emails sitting in my Inbox, if I have the strength, I'll be sure to regale you with the stories of my Thanksgiving, which culminated in me having very little sleep, taking someone to the ER, how I subsisted on coffee and cookies the day after Thanksgiving, and my coming out of the nerd closet to someone ("Yes. It's true. I...read comic books.").

Until then, go watch the trailer for the next season of 24.

http://homepage.mac.com/csdesigns/24/S4trailer.html


-Sonny

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

How to dismantle an atomic bum

Yesterday, the new CD from U2 -- How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb -- hit the shelves.

If you like yourself in the least bit, you will go buy this CD. It's restoring my faith in music as a viable medium to convey the beauty of life.

And yes, I am a fan. Deal with it. My opinion may be biased.

Monday, November 22, 2004

Lattes for ALL!!!

My boss is gone this week. I just found out that I am the ranking professional in the office.

If you've ever wondered what it feels like to live through the opening of one of the seals referred to in the chapter of Revelation in Bible, welcome to the Office of Staff Development and Judicial Programs at UGA.

I looked, and there before me was a black coffee! Its drinker held a swizzle stick, and he was given a biscotti, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.

Another page is turned...

Ah, me. Life. And all the myriad complexities that come with it. Case in point: my birthday.

So, I'm 34 now. (Geesh, that hurt to type). On November 17, I celebrated the 5th anniversary of my 29th birthday.

Now, bear in mind that the last few years have...well, sucked. Those of you who know me -- and know my history -- can and will understand that the location of the last few birthdays (since the big 3-0) as well as the general crappiness in the synchronicity of my life have contributed to me having less-than-good birthdays. And less-than-good years to accompany said birthdays.

However, this year, my 'tude since -- oh, May -- has been that I am in a new town, a new state, and a new place in my life. Rebirth. Renewal. Let my heart sing for a change. Try and enjoy life, and not let my sarcstic mantra be "I am God's ashtray" any longer.

-- and amazingly, I have friends who are willing to help me.

Ashley, one of the Residence Hall Directors here at UGA, arranged a surprise birthday party for me, in a location that holds more nostalgia and pleasant memories than I could express in words here. I could wax on for hours on end about how much it mean, what all it symbolized, how my birthday was nothing but a day of allegories...

But instead, let's just talk about how as the evening went on, the drunken louts around me kept asking how old I was, an Tamara -- an Assistant Area Coordinator here -- kept making me younger. I started off as 34, and by the time she left, she was telling people I was 22.

Now, really. LOOK at that photo to the right. Do I look like a freaking 22-year-old to you? Granted, not a single person believes I *am* the biological age I am (thanks to my acting like a goof most of the time), but 22? I'll give you that I could -- and have -- passed for 27-29, but 22?

It's all about having a young spirit, my friends. That, and a really good facial cleanser. Wash after going to a smoky bar, and you can purge the nicotine, tar, and other sources of bleah straight offa yer face.

...and now I'm just making crap up. I'm going to get coffee....

******

Oh, and for those of you who know her, Cricket went to the vet for the first time since coming to Athens. Clean bill of health for the little girl. She even made new friends with the other pups there. Gotta love my 11-year-old fuzzball.

Friday, November 19, 2004

T-Minus Three Hours and counting...

...until my parents and my sister arrive from Mississippi to see me and to celebrate -- belatedly -- my birthday.

And they won't let me drink on the job. Crap.

Procrastination as an art form

So.

I'm looking at the massively large stack of...things...on my desk, and wondering where to start.
  • I've got to finalize the print ads for Recruitment and Selection;
  • I've got to craft the new draft of the posters for R&S;
  • I've got to go through the new applications we got in last night;
  • I've got to email people about hires for the Spring 2005 semester;
  • I've got to locate a room to teach ECHD 3010 in next semester;
  • I've got to balance my checkbook;
  • I've got to work on a new draft of the schedule for Winter Training in January;
  • I've got to figure out the movie rotation for Housing 12 for the next two weeks; and
  • I've got to try and remember where I put my breath mints. They're those neat little "Ice Breakers," and I mistakenly referred to them as my "little blue pills" one time to a certain individual who took it upon herself to get this demented twinkle in her eye and begin telling everyone I was taking Viagra. Regardless of the rantings of this heinous sarcastic she-beastie, they're good. And I miss them.

So. The first thing I'm going to do?

Go to Jittery Joe's for fuel. I'm so predictable...

Thursday, November 18, 2004

...and you've been WHERE all this time, young man?

You know, I could apologize for the fact that it's been [checks watch] a few weeks since the last update. I could go on and on about:
  • seeing The Violet Burning in concert for the second time
  • all the fun stuff I've learned from working in Housing here at UGA
  • all the fun stories from the ECHD 3010 class I teach (and how I got roped into teachng it again next year as well as a section of ECHD 3050)
  • all the presentations I've been doing
  • alll the work on Recruitment, Selection and Training the Resident Assistants, C.L.A.S.S. Advocates and Village Community Assistants I've been doing
  • all the fun coffee I've had at Jittery Joe's
  • all the various and sundry puns, jabs, and slams by cohorts here have been tossing at me as of late [and yes, Ashley, I am calling you out specifically]
  • all the changes in my life -- both personally and professionally -- that have been going on
  • all the stress I've been feeling over applying to the Ph.D. program
  • all the fun I've had reading Max Lucado's Traveling Light
  • all the smiles -- and tears -- Ive shed in the last six weeks

and

  • all the happiness I've felt over certain turns my life has taken...

But, instead, I'm just going to let you kids know that...I. AM. BACK.

Hide the lattes. Oz is going to dedicate himself to blogging again. I mean, geez, I've been tearing it up OFF-line in several jurnals, so I might as well keep up the on-line stuff as well. I mean, how else will you kids know what's new in my life, you who don't see me on a daily basis?