I love the Internet
Because where else besides the Internet can you get so many people giving you so much information so immediately? In two hours, I had a dozen people chime in about how to dress for a job interview in a cold climate! I love that!
Live from Otherlands
I’m here at Otherlands Coffee Shop to drink coffee and use the WiFi, as my new speedy Road Runner cable modem is, sadly, down. It was a very busy morning testing one kid at one school and doing therapy with another across town. Ah, the exciting nomadic life of an almost-School Psychologist!
I’m going to sit here until I get a spectacular cover letter written for another job possibility in Boston. I can’t believe how busy I’ve been this week. I seem to work 15 hours a day. When I do new things (like write Psych reports using new LD criteria, for example), I tend to take forever the first few times, until I’m really confident I’m doing a damn good job. I want it done correctly! Working in the schools might frustrate me if I do it long-term for a few reasons, one being that I like to do really thorough assessments, and in the schools, they want quick and dirty testing, and reports that aren’t too long. I prefer the opposite, but I will say that having to do it their way is probably really good for me. Damn perfectionism!
They have Sirius radio on. You know, the station that got Howard Stern. Anyway, it’s this 80s alt-pop hits, and I of course know every word. "Noone Is to Blame" by Howard Jones (the Howard post!). So I say that I love this song, and Aaron says, "Isn’t it ironic?" His point is that "Noone Is to Blame" and "Isn’t It Ironic?" by Alanis Morisette have similarly bizarre lyrics… Which reminds me of the worst lyrics ever written in pop song lyrics… And the winner is…
"It’s like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife."
I mean… WHAT?! Alanis is an idiot. I’m sorry. The only reason that "You Oughtta Know" was good was Flea and Dave Navarro. The rest of her career has just been a sad fluke.
So anyway, what I was going to say about that Howard Jones song is that in high school, I have the most vivid memory of driving my boyfriend Tristan crazy with that song in the back of Algebra II class. My friend Malcolm and I were both bored out of our minds with the work our "teacher" had given us, so we were singing and living it up, and Tristan was so focused! I recall really pissing him off with it that day. Wonder how they’re both doing. Last I heard, Tristan was expecting his second child and working in a corporate law firm and Malcolm was some bigwig at JP Morgan. Go them!
OK, I’m clearly on a ramble-fest. If you read all of this. If you get even half of it, then good on ya!
Off to chart my future from the local coffee shop…
