Overheard in Mill Valley

I was in the post office line yesterday. It was quite possibly the longest line ever. While we were all standing around and waiting, a couple of male acquaintances started chatting. They were a bit older and bearded men. They reminded me a little of mountain men, but very, very fit mountain men. They were talking about their children, and one of the guys was so pleased that his daughter was a teacher's assistant. Then he said the one thing that makes me see red..."now she'll be able to get a real job." On top of that, the other man guffawed and made me see double red..."oh, so she'll be making 80k to start." They had a good laugh, and chatted about the successes of their children, whipping out their dicks to see who had the bigger one. Ooops, I mean more successful child.

I was bothered by this conversation for a couple of reasons. The first being that anything less than having financial success does not mean you have a real job. This makes me absolutely sick to my stomach. If you work and get a paycheck, then you have a bonafide job. If you work and get a great, big paycheck, then congratufuckinglations. But neither job is more real than the other, and mocking the folks who struggle to earn a living makes me want to hurt others. Like a lot. Second, is this how people in my town view success? Does making a ton of money mean that you did a great job raising the children. Well, great job Jon, here's a pat on the back for making babies and they grew up to wealthy! Not one of my mountain men said, "Well gee, she's a really great kid."

Enough ranting about that.

Some goings on...

School: Insanely busy with school. 3 nights a week commuting into the city, plus an internship (which is my job, but I need to do journal entries), and working full-time is HARD! I came home last night so incredibly pooped out. However, it does make my week go incredibly fast and keeps me very busy. The teacher I have for Probate and Ethics is making me crazy with his anal retentive ways, despite my desire to make sweet love with him as soon as he opens his mouth to speak. He said "Capeesh" again, and I think a part of me melted.

Work: Meh, it's fine!

Gym: Since school started, I have been neglecting the gym. I've been going on Saturday and Sundays and that's about it. Combine less gym time with quitting smoking and I'm sure you can figure out that I am not pleased with the scale results. I tried running on the treadmill a couple of days ago to see if my stamina improved, but my feet hurt so badly I had to stop (I was wearing skating shoes...oops). I then tried to get on the eliptical, but my feet were in so much pain that I gave up and went home. That's what I get for trying to be healthy.

Home: Home life has its typical ups and downs. Told the bf I can feel myself pulling away knowing that my move is coming up. He reminded me we are just trying to enjoy each other until I'm ready to go. Sounds so dramatic and weird. Why am I not totally rich so I can get my own place, dammit!?

The move: Things are starting to shape. A very nice girl I talked to last November has reappeared, and although she has a roomie now, the roomie is leaving at the end of May or early June. Sweet! I would get my own bathroom, a large bedroom, and the house itself is super pretty and big. The other girl I was talking to from many blogs ago sort of just didn't send me pics like I had hoped, so not sure what's going on with that situation. So, I'm feeling pretty good about the potential new place. I am also stoked because there will be a huge Ren Faire nearby, and I'm going to corset up and go! Hell yeah!