Thursday, March 29, 2007

The Goddess of Gotcha Back

Wouldn't it be great if you could post a crazed blog about how much you want things to change and literally the next day they did? Well, that's exactly what happened! First: I walked into work yesterday morning ready to rip someone's arm out of its socket. Before first, I saw pointy little pathetic crocuses popping up from the ground. Don't show me fucking flowers, I thought.

Second: Lou came out of the office to tell me I am going to be teaching writing for an hour a day! I almost pissed my pants, but that might have seemed less-than-dainty. He was all happy for me and smiling and I was saying writing!? Gotcha, you bastard, I thought. Finally, I had scored a piece of my job back. I will be working with two people I really like, one of whom is a man, so clearly Lou is not worried about me as a sexual predator. How utterly awful to have even written that, especially since I have had the sexual prey experience. Back to happiness mode: the plan is for the students to write a research paper, or research and write a paper, whatever order you wanna put it in. And my job is to plan the projects with my colleagues, create the rubrics, and teach the kiddos how to write a paper. I really am a word nerd.

Third: When I received the schedule with my name on it, it said writing in big letters. It was an advertisement for Lucy Teaches Writing. How utterly lovely. I considered framing it, but that seemed a bit grand. Lots of people teach writing and they do not get as worked up as I do. But lotsa people do lotsa stuff and they do not get as worked up, or as dragged down, for that matter, as I do. I am like Bette Midler in Ruthless People combined with, um, Bette Midler in The Rose? Anyway, it's a big deal to me and that's what matters. Right? Right. I'll be a published novelist at age 20 in my next incarnation as someone who doesn't yak on the phone, hang out, go to the movies, read, read, listen to music, and patchke (mess with) her every blemish. That's polite talk for all of the zits I've squeezed.

Fourth: Today, Opie (for whom I confess to feeling a smidge of compassion) came to my classroom to ask about something. I was just walking out of the room. As Opie approached, Lou popped out of his next-door office! Opie began to stammer, and say it's no big deal typa-stuff. How convenient. How many people seek out someone who is harassing them? Well, people don't! So there. An answer to my blog. And I thought there wasn't a God. Clearly, she exists, she believes in karma, or she understands what it is to be petty and immature. I like her. Today.

Regarding the compassion, Opie is so disorganized, and also I am an idiot, since he could have cost me my job. The whole point is that I can't stand him and he messed with my integrity, or something. It's hard to be all all-or-nothing, even though I 'go there' a lot. The guy is anxious, and young, and stupid. Plus, if I am going to believe in a goddess today, one who helped me get back at him, I need to love thy enemy, or some shit like that.

2 comments:

  1. Anonymous10:38 PM

    I love all of it -- from the crocuses to the flyer to the stammering. Don't get the compassion but, hey, you've had a goddess on your side, so you can be big like that.

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  2. Yay! Hurray! And Happy Passover!

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