It's hard, damn so hard, but I'm trying to stay positive. Actually, I'm trying to not just give in and give up. It was a hell of a week. You might just want to look at pretty beach pictures this week and not listen to my ranting and whining. But if ranting is your thing, read on...

Monday I was in a car wreck. Long story short, SUV in front of me stopped short at a green light, quite probably because the left turn arrow turned red and he got confused, slammed on his brakes, and I hit him. It's been a week, my car still has not been looked at, while his car drove away.

There wasn't much good news on the job front. Doing the math, it turns out I worked 74.86% of my first year. The Education Code for California says a "full year" amounts to 75% or more of a school's total work days. I missed it by hours. The lawyer is going ahead with the "rounding up" theory, and because a letter I got in January of 2009 stipulates that that year was my "second year" and... well... really I'm losing faith. I started doing some job searches this week online - both here in California and overseas. Korea? China? Thailand? All definite possibilities depending on what happens here at GUSD. Whatever the case, I shouldn't expect to hear anything until May 15. Or after.

Now Saturday rocked. Saturday was what I needed. I needed the beach. I needed sunshine, fresh air, and communing with nature. I needed to go inward and get strength. I felt bad that I let little Mathew down by not going to his communion ritual, but I just needed to be selfish for a while. Doing me stuff for me. And how does one explain that to a 7 year old?

And now it's Monday again, and I've just returned from the dentist, where I'm being fitted for a crown, unless something doesn't sit right and then it becomes a root canal. I'd rather just pull the tooth. I mean, who needs 32, right? Wait, I mean 28, cuz I had 4 wisdom teeth pulled about 15 years ago. Twenty-seven is a good number, innit?