Last Week of Laziness

I usually feel like a complete bum when I'm not being productive, but I admit it's been wonderful to be lazy this week. I've gotten to watch a complete show instead of the first 10 minutes and even put together a full lunch. Unfortunately, today is my last day to enjoy it.

My first seminary class starts Monday: Great Thinkers -- Thomas Aquinas. (That's pronounced "A-qwine-us" by the way). I stopped by the school's bookstore today to get the book for the course...1093 pages and the font is NOT large. It's a compilation of his writings and to be honest, all I know about the guy is what I read on Wikipedia. I remember talking about him briefly in a high school history class, but I guess I didn't retain the information. Hopefully by Monday, I'll know enough not to feel stupid in class. This is my only class that will meet every day next week. They call it a "module." Monday through Friday it will meet from 6:00-10:30 in the evening and Saturday it will meet 8:00-4:30. Then I'll have the rest of the semester to do the coursework. The other two classes will start January 21 -- one on Monday nights and one on Thursday nights. I'm hoping to get my degree in a year and a half. It all depends on when classes are offered, but keep your fingers crossed.

...A couple of days ago, I picked Sara up from campus, and it was weird to see all the students walking around and not be one of them. I know I still have class coming up, but it's different. And I don't think you're supposed to skim the textbooks in grad school.

In the middle of this, I'm in the process of getting a new job. I had an interview yesterday, but that's all I'll say about that until I find out whether I got the job or not. Don't you just love suspense? ;)

I do know that I'm getting bored with my current job. I'm working in a call center at The Charlotte Observer newspaper and I figured out yesterday that I've been there for about 2 years. I love the people I work with; they make it fun and bearable. And I even love my supervisors, the flexibility, hours and pay. But frankly, it's boring. It gets harder every week to sit still for four hours and call ungrateful customers. A lady I work with told me I need to get a yoga ball to sit on so I can bounce up and down and get my energy out. And it may sound stupid, but I swear there's something in the air that makes me tired. I can be wide awake when I get to work and as soon as I sit down at my desk, I yawn. I'll probably be at a doctor's appointment 20 years from now and they'll tell me that I have some crazy disease that was caused by some fungus in the air at the Observer.

I would miss the people I work with if (or when) I quit. We have some interesting conversations while we dial. Although a lady in the telemarketing department just had a baby, so the ladies in my department started talking about child birth a few days ago. Mom, Dad, if you're reading this, you may want to rely on your other two kids for grandchildren.

Speaking of, Sara and I watched Super Nanny the other night. If I had EVER acted like the kids on there, I would have been grounded for life. I didn't need a nanny; I just needed to be called by my first AND middle name..."Tiffany Cherie!" Oh no, what have I done?

Well, I'm going to be smart and get to bed soon. I have to work tomorrow morning :( Who's idea was it to work on Saturdays anyway?