Friday, March 1, 2013

Long Week. . .

Thank goodness that Friday is finally here! It's been a long week, I've not been sleeping terribly well, and I'm looking forward to having a weekend off. Of course, I don't actually have a weekend off, I have to write an 8-10 page research paper for management, take an accounting test, read a section (with 8-10 chapters) in the Ropes to Skip, Ropes to Know book and write a chapters/concepts review. Still, it's nice to be embarking on a weekend when Matt's got three days off.  I generally really like his long weekends off--he has every other weekend off--while I tend to be fairly lonely on his long work weekends. That's the way it goes, I suppose.

This week was actually a little bit stressful because I had my semester observation and evaluation. My supervisor came to one of my classes and then I had an evaluation with her in the afternoon. I got really good feedback and some suggestions from her as to class/group exercises. All in all, it was fine, but I stress and worry and get nervous about these things, get all worked up, and then when it's over I usually get a killer headache from the let-down from all that anxiety. Healthy? No, I know it isn't, but it's not something I can control either, so I've just stopped trying. For the most part, I've given into the anxiety, it's stronger than I am most of the time. ~.^

Then, today I went and ran some errands--read: I got my nails done, picked up a new pair of shoes and a pair of earrings at Cato, and then went to Wal-Mart for nail polish and shampoo. Ooh, and I had a bite to eat while I was out. Not a bad way to spend a few hours, except for one little thing. While I was at the nail salon, getting my nails done, a woman came in with an 18 month old. This kid was adorable! He was also naughty!! He was running all over the place, messing with his mom while she was getting a manicure, messing with the foot spas, bugging people, throwing fits, and the girl's sister wouldn't watch him so he kept running around terrorizing everyone. My tolerance for little kids is pretty short. I like them okay, I understand they're a part of society, but I want them to behave. So, if this woman had someone to watch her kid, why did she take his naughty little ass to the nail salon where other women are just trying to relax? I mean, seriously, leave the kid home!

Okay, enough of that. If I ranted about every bratty little kid I saw out in public, this whole blog would be nothing but brat chat. Bleh! No thanks. Still, it was annoying. I was glad when my nails were done so I could go do something else and get away from the naughty kid and his "oh isn't he cute with his naughty behavior" mommy. Okay, really, enough of that. Now, I'm going to go wake up Matt because we're supposed to go out to dinner with Melanie and Joey in a few hours and the bum is still snoozing! ^.^


  1. Observations are nerve wracking! I only get one every-other year now, but I still get nervous about them. I had mine earlier this year, and hit it out of the park, so now I can relax for the next two years. :-D

    I HATE it when moms think their misbehaving kids are "cute." I had this exact thing happen at the optometrist a few months ago. This little girl (probably around two) was running all over the store, grabbing at the display glasses and being LOUD. The workers kept eyeing the mom like, "hello, are you going to do something about your havoc-wreaking kid?" but the mom just kept laughing with her girlfriend and pointing out how adorable and ingenius her little girl was. I wonder if mom will still find her precious little girl adorable when she becomes a juvunile deliquent due to lack of discipline.

  2. Wow, you have no idea how glad I am that I'm not the only one who feels like this. I'm also glad to hear it happens everywhere, at all schools and levels. My supervisor is a really smart, lovely woman. She's quite nice, I've known her for quite a few years now, so I'm not completely sure why it makes me nervous. I've never gotten anything but good feedback. Still, it does.

    Oh, and the misbehaving kids. I wrote that stuff too soon. Matt and I were at Hastings (books, movies, music, that sort of stuff) and the place was absolutely crawling with teens. When we were waiting to check out this bratty girl came up behind us, her boyfriend in tow, and rather rudely said, "EXCUSE ME!!" then proceeded to sigh and stomp around the other way, grumbling about us being in her way, but she didn't bother to wait for us to move. We were both taken aback, but didn't have time to process it before it happened again, with another teen girl. We talked all the way home about how, when we were that age, if we'd spoken to adults the way these kids spoke to us, we'd have gotten whooped!

  3. Oh, don't even get me started on today's teenagers. I know from being a teacher that there's still a lot of good eggs out there, but the majority nowadays seem to be self-entitled, rude, and lazy. The worst is when teenaged workers treat you this way. Unlike our generation, they have no concept of respecting your elders or customer service.