What's Up Wit Me? What's Up Wit YOU!?

Been on a bit of a sabbatical from the rigors of blogging. -Kidding- I've been staying off the keyboard lately b/c quite frankly, my life has been sad and boring as of late, and I wouldn't want to drag those near and dear to me through the muck along with me. But things are definitely picking up. Tax time is 'round the corner and I am still of the income bracket that salivates at the mention of w-2's b/c yes, I get a refund. It'll allow me to pay off Best Buy, Capital One, and Wells credit cards. Providian and GenFin are next, which leads me directly to a big decision I've been needing to make: I'm not going back to school in the fall. I think the best course of action is to devote all of my abilities to those two semesters of leveling courses. Trying to figure a way to pay my mortgage and keep up w/my bills in addition to taking 15 hours of "weed out" courses just isn't the best plan for me.

Segway into my latest foray into moonlighting: I've been offered a position at the San Marcos Treatment Center. I had actually worked there before, and am a little apprehensive as I was "let go" last time. J Allright, basically the job is babysitting upwards of 15 kids, usually between the ages of 13-17, who have either been committed by their families, or the state of Texas. These kids all have been diagnosed as having some neurological problems which prevents them from interacting with other kids their age. Many have been physically and/or emotionally abused, and all are there for treatment. Think "Girl Interrupted" but without the smoking privileges. The wing I used to work in was actually a part of the Texas Youth Corrections; all of those boys had been convicted of some type of violent crime, but were not old enough to be housed in regular jail.

Why was I let go, you ask? Uhhh, well, I tend to be a bit of a firecracker when it comes to certain issues, and when one of your team members doesn't deem your life to be important enough so that he would leave you alone with 5-7 physically capable yet mentally challenged, volatile, male minors who have all been convicted of violent crimes so that he can flirt w/a staff member in a unit approximately 500 yards away from the building you've both been assigned to, things can get a little hairy. Especially when the most strapping and disturbed member of that group, after having been reprimanded, had previously looked you dead in the eye and stated: "I've been here 4 years and I know one day you're going to be alone, so you better watch it." Yeah…. $10.50 an hour aside, after relaying to this certain team member that his dick was putting my life at risk, and not seeing a change in his behavior, I walked out of the building and went straight to H.R. Whereupon they let me go for abandoning my post. Ha ha! They had no proof that he had left his station, but all the proof they needed was a watch b/c I was clearly on duty and not where I was supposed to be. (If ever one needed proof that anger makes you stupid…) But quite honestly, it afforded me w/some good, eye-opening experiences, namely how very lucky I truly am, and it was time to move on. This time around, it's only weekend work and a bevy of opportunities to earn up to $1,200 a month to put forth towards my debt. "We're Gonna Make it After All!" (throws hat in the air)

Next episode: Eric and I are going out for our last night on the square, which means that after tonight, each drink I imbibe will need to be tipped so that a sip in honor of my homie will go into the ground (through the core of the earth and dropped down to Greece where he's attending his final undergrad semester). And my BIG superbowl plans which include Dave N' Busters, football, wings, beer, (and maybe a bit of flirting w/fellow male patrons). It's time to get down to business after February, so these last few hurrahs will have to purge my demons for at least the next 5 months. Yeah...I'm thinking gratuitous nudity and some piercing may be called for. Stay tuned!