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Something Wicked This Way Comes

By Player 2 ⋅ December 8, 2007 ⋅  Email this post ⋅  Print this post ⋅ Post a comment

So, I wrote a whole thing about how I’m at work at seven in the morning on a Saturday, but when I reread it over to myself even I didn’t want to finish. Often times people who write blogs aren’t aware that their lives aren’t interesting to anyone but themselves, and I’ll bet if they read it over they’d notice that it’s not even interesting to them. So, now that I’m off the whole “My job blows” bullshit, let’s fucking blog this motherfucker.

I found out that community colleges pay extremely well, and since I’m looking for a new job, this is very valuable information. For example, there’s a job I found running an English tutoring center, which is perfect for me, and it pays $45-$92 AN HOUR. No joke. I quadruple checked that shit. Up to $92 an hour. The downside is that it’s part time and I have to name my first-born Mephistopheles. Not really, well, I mean, it is part time, but who gives a shit, right? All I’d need to work is two hours a day and I’d be making $920 a week. That’s almost $48,000 a year working 2 hours a day. Wow is right, assuming you were thinking wow.

On the other hand I just applied for a job to be on call to work with kids with disabilities. Basically, the more severely disabled they are, the more you get paid. Now, I’ve been in education for about 4 years, but I don’t know about this job. To really make money in it you need to wait for a fulltime job to open up and be offered to you, and you need to work with kids who are so severe that they wear diapers and stuff like that, and I just don’t think I have it in me to deal with that. The kids might actually attack you, and how would you deal with that?

Also, the essay question on the test was pretty much the hardest thing I’ve ever written. I was asked to write a paper in which I describe a scene of a boy sitting by a lake to a blind child. I know, I know, “There’s a boy sitting by a lake” is pretty much all you need to say, but they wanted details, and that’s extremely hard to do when the kid is blind. I’m a writer and I’ve been able to write descriptively for many-a-good year, but people rely on their eyes for a lot of descriptions; we’re a very visual species. On top of that, besides the fact that this is hard as shit as is, there was no picture or anything to elaborate upon. I just had to make the scene up.

What I ended up with was a lot of repeating myself and a lot of “feeling” words. “The water is cold and crisp.” I said that like a million times. I used the word “calm” a lot, too. By the end of it, it was pretty much the transcript from one of those tapes people listen to in order to relax and fall asleep. But I guess sleep is good because I got my score back yesterday and I aced it.

Man I hate working this early, but at least I get to listen to some fly tunes. Once my coworkers get here it’s like BET threw up in our sterio. At least I try to find music I think everyone will like. Whatever. Until then it’s STP and the Wallflowers.

(I was just saving this and the title that it came up with to save was “Look i found you, lol,” and now when I try to save things that doesn’t come up…that’s a little creepy. Especially since I’m here alone. I figure someone’s been messing with the computer. Stupid kids…)