meara:
I love the ocean like you wouldn't believe. I have the exact opposite reaction to sara's.Kat is me. I cannot get enough of the ocean and miss it desperately when I don’t see it regularly (which has been ever since I moved out here). I can’t wait to sit on on a beach in Connecticut when I go home this summer. I like the Pacific, but the Atlantic is my ocean.
My resume just got forwarded to a school in Brentwood for an out of the classroom gig. Which would be awesome because less work, especially at home, but it is a hike of a commute. Thoughts?
The coaching gig is at this school. Good school in a great neighborhood with active and involved parents. Hmmmm....Downside is the commute. Upside is nothing to grade.
It sounds like the commute would be worth it. From Pasadena, it only takes me about 45 minutes to get to my Brentwood school if I leave by 6:30 in the morning, so I would be surprised if it took you any longer. The drive home after school is a bitch, I won’t lie. It takes me about 90 minutes most days. But to work in a non-classroom environment in a great school? I would say to go for it. I grumble about my commute from time to time, but I love where I live and I love where I work, so it’s totally worth it for me. Also, cliché though it may be, you really do get used to it. I listen to podcasts like TAL or put on NPR or chat with my mom back home, and the time just passes by.
So that's actually a solution of sorts. FMLA. Or I will try to get my mom to come for a bit and Katie's family for a bit. The whole thing is fucked up and I get all stressed and worried in an unpleasant way thinking about it.
I can’t imagine how stressful this is for you. I wish you all the best.
Not at the Brentwood School? Or whatever? A friend of mine used to work there.
Heh. Jesse, the school I work at is about a block from the Brentwood School. Small world!
Empanadas rule.
Oh, so very much this. In CT, I used to live near this amazing little Puerto Rican hold-in-the-wall food shop. Everything was take-out; no tables or anything. A couple of nice, older ladies cooked up food all day long from scratch and let you know what was simmering when you came in. No need for menus. Best. Empanadas. Ever.
Crap. Now I really need an empanada.
I have to say, though, that I really don’t share the In & Out craze. I mean, they’re good, but I don’t see how they’re all that different from anywhere else. I’m a freak, I guess.
I'm still obsessing over Belize. I've picked a random week in the fall and am running prices. The photographs make me want to weep with their beauty. I love me some Jamaica and really like coming from a place that beautiful...enough that I can sometimes feel guilty really liking similar scenery more, but damn. We do not have coral reefs--and nowhere but Australia has reefs like Belize.
Oh ita, I hear you. My friend K. spent two months touring around South America and brought back pictures that made me more jealous than I think I have ever been.
I’m also desperately craving a trip to Costa Rica. Damn this not having money thing!
If repairs are not made, the tenant will hire an attorney and hold rent in escrow until the repairs are made, or choose to “repair and deduct” as is allowed by Green v Superior Court, cited above.
I also filed a complaint with the Los Angeles Housing Department Code Enforcement peeps.
WOOT! Go you, Allyson. I’m so glad you’ve decided to call them on their bullshit. They’re long overdue for a smackdown, Allyson-style.
I can haz new job now, plz?
Yes! In LA! Parasol provided!
…no?
I'm going to spend a few days on an island off the coast of Maine, and then a day trip to a summer house on a lake in Sturbridge, MA. Looking forward to doing f.a. for a few days.
Oooo, nice, Frank. Enjoy the break!
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Thus endeth the meara.