Wish Me Luck

Goodness I hate how dark it is this early! I'll take a dark morning anyday over this! I feel like I should go to bed!

Well, I applied for a raise. In my school they have this jacked up system that doesn't reward you for experience, but the application for the raise. Don't ask. The new administration doesn't like it either so maybe it'll change...one day.

So I've started the process of jumping through the hoops. Namely filling out a bunch of paperwork and having super formal observations. Tomorrow is my pre-ops, Tuesday in the classroom. Yeah. I'm confident about my work though, I'm just overwhelmed with so much more I just don't want to do ONE MORE THING. Wish me luck.

Here's part of the crew trying to help. Yup, that's Kahlua, the black cat I've had since my Sophomore year of college. She's what? 11 now? Which reminds me; total blast from the past.: I got this cat from a litter DJ's cat had. Remember good 'ol DJ? Well, he disappeared on my 24th birthday, never to be heard from again. Strange in and of itself after spending 5 years with someone. Not to say we weren't already starting to go our own ways, but it was a bit surprising to say the least. ANYWAY, someone asked me about him the other day. I mean, it's been 6 years but I was curious and looked him up on MySpace. OUCH! WOW, can people really change that much!? For starters he has never moved from his hometown, never finished college, and, well, I'm not sure how describe it, but he looks like a punk rocker right out of the '80's. Mohawk and everything. Really. He was this total country boy. Not so much anymore. So maybe it's a good thing we didn't keep in touch 'cause it looks like there have been some majorly strange influences at work...which probably started when he left way back when...explains some strange behavior I witnessed at least... one word: Bizarre