The only trouble is, gee whiz, I'm dreaming my life away.

[judecorp]

I'm bored, and I'm daydreaming. I've spent part of the afternoon thinking about upcoming plans for Thanksgiving and the winter holidays, and the rest of the afternoon thinking about furthering my career. In between fits of daydreaming, I'm reading the child welfare Field Guide and Family Decision Making Model. I know you're as thrilled as I am, but I figure I should read these things while I have the time and opportunity, because soon enough I'll be so overloaded that I won't even remember where it is.

All of my personal days got approved, so now I'm off from 26 November to 1 December (wahoo Thanksgiving!) and 12 December. I was going to use that day to go holiday shopping or whatever, but now I think I will try to see if I can get cheap airfare to NYC, since I've been promising Jodie and Louise and Stefan and Ron and everyone that I will visit for MONTHS. That would be pretty cool - by then I will have gotten several full paychecks and will have my unemployment credit card debt paid. Woot! Hopefully I can find some cheapola airfare or something. Cross your fingers for me! (Hey, rizzo41, do you have plans the weekend of 12 December?)

Part of me is tempted to look online for Big Gay Jobs across the country, and if I find one that I would really love, just applying for it and seeing what happens. But then I realize how terribly selfish that is on so many levels, not the least of which is the fact that I have a partner to consider who might not be willing (or able) to move to some other place just because I got a job. And how would we afford to move like that on short notice? As Carol Jean would say, "Being a grownup sucks."

But really - how cool would it be to find out that there's some /amazing/ job in, say, Washington DC... and then submitting a resume, and interviewing, and GETTING THE JOB? Gah, the thought makes me salivate. (I suppose part of the issue is that Coworker Sarah has warned me in advance that my Core 101 trainer, whom I will meet tomorrow, at some point in the training mentions sexual orientation as a choice. Ugh. I hope the complaints she and Coworker Kim lodged against him months ago mean that he has struck that portion from the training, because I'm just not in the mood to get in an argument with a trainer this week. Blah.) I want to be a Professional Queer again!

And guess what? There are three big sooper dooper birthdays today - sudrin, imagine77, and jjustj!

it's your birthday, babes -
hope you do something great that
you really enjoy

I'm babbling. La la la. Post me a haiku about Mr. Potato Head. Here's mine:

Mister Potato
used one of his "special" parts
and now has a spud.

Comments

[sudrin.livejournal.com]

Thank you.. I wish I had a "Special Part" that would let me do Haikus! ;-)

You do!

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

It's called your brain. :)

[mightywombat.livejournal.com]

Potato Head said,
Just put that part inside me,
And got his ass sued.

[murnkay.livejournal.com]

Spud bodied odd guy
Mashed him last night with butter,
Fucker's wife is next

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Holy cow, did that ever give me the giggles!

[goddamnelf.livejournal.com]

Sexy and suave spud pimp,
they love his potato wedge,
its Sir Spuds-a-lot.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Ooops! You've got an extra syllable in the first line. :)

[rizzo41.livejournal.com]

Am free for the twelfth
So come visit already
You slimy cuntface

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Oh good! I'll start looking into airfare and stuff, since the 12th was approved for me to take off. :)

YAY!

[rizzo41.livejournal.com]

cool beans

[kaasirpent]

Mister Potato,
Head is all you are, you know.
Don't be so damned smug.

[jeffholton.livejournal.com]

thank you, your judeness
for the nice birthday wishes
you're spiffilicious!

the potato head
is as yet incomplete while
he still picks his nose

Haiku, would we?

[lickingtoad.livejournal.com]

Potato Mister,
resolute, starchy man-spud.
Rear trapdoor chafes me.

[elspazz0.livejournal.com]

Mister Potato.
He is brown like a poo.
His mustache rocks hard.

[antipixie-karee.livejournal.com]

What if this trainer does say something about sexual orientation being a choice?

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Well, then I suppose I have to make a big fat stink in the class, and play the part of the loudmouth liberal, and then lodge a complaint with the state training agency.

La la la.

[jadefu.livejournal.com]

Or just say:
"Why, yes, it's a choice my genes made without me, thanks for noticing!" Then smile widely and bat your eyelashes. :)

If he's that narrow minded, he probably wouldn't get it.

Then lodge the complaint.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Well, see, the thing is, it's not about /me/. Because, well, I'm not so sure about genetics and stuff (versus choice) when it comes to me. But if this person is going to lecture about something, and to paint a picture to a group of young workers when it's very possible said young workers will encounter families affected by the lecture, well... it's way more than about me.

And frankly, I don't feel like playing the part of the token queer this week. :)

[antipixie-karee.livejournal.com]

Couldn't you just beat him up?

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

RAWR! You know it.

[lemur68.livejournal.com]

The original
Mr. Potato Head was
a real potato.

[kjtoo.livejournal.com]

I couldn't limit myself to a haiku, so I had to go with the slightly longer tanka, instead. It's very similiar, with two additional lines of seven syllables each.

Sí, Señor Tuber,
Your wife is in Tijuana.
Sí, she's in prison.
The charge? Illegal sex acts
Con el burro plástico.

[lemur68.livejournal.com]

I'd be really impressed if somebody did a sonnet.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Show off. ;)