A compressed work week: four 10s

Wondering why I am up at 12:15 AM on a Thursday evening. No I am not drunk, or just getting home, but it is hard to fall asleep when you didn't get up until almost noon. I am fortunate enough to be partaking in a "condensed" work week schedule so I have Thursday's off. Lucky for me, that I also have today off because I had some vacation time.

It was an interesting day. I got up, went to get my blood drawn, had a pedicure, came home to clean, take a nap, teach my workshop, do some homework, watch a movie, and now... I am up writing to my blog.

Unfortunately for me, I don't know if my bank account or my sanity will be able to sustain me having another day off. In theory, it is great to have another day off, to do whatever you want... but my life is so simple that I don't need extra time. In fact, time is my enemy now that I have no boyfriend, my sister is away for 3 months, all my friends work, and I am broke because I have a mortgage. Not a good combination. Well, I refuse to give up on the schedule because I know management is just looking for an excuse to take it away. I just have to stick it out, I will figure out a routine.

I really think I will either take on more classes to teach, start looking for a new job, or try to find a part-time job I can do no Thursdays and Saturdays. Any suggestions?

Missing my sis: Halfway around the world.

Halfway around the world, in a place that is 12 hours ahead of my timezone is where my sister is. We no longer are roommates, but I really miss her all the same. We have only lived apart for about four months now, but it is odd to think she is so far away and it will be 3 months before we go shopping together or share a drink.

However, I am so proud of her. She is 24 years old and doing amazing things. She was always the one who could do anything and never needed anyone to tell her so. She is brave and so strong. I know she will be homesick, but it won't stop her from impressing everyone with her skill and personality.

It is a little scary though... she is in a part of the world that is not known for its equal treatment of women, but who knows, she may just change that thinking if only among her colleagues. :-)

Go Trish!

Stripper Pink nailpolish

I was practicing some retail therapy and decided to buy some nail polish. I was trying to match the one that was chipped on my fingers to "fix-up" my manicure. I found a color that matched pretty well, but I guess the color I painted over "toned" it down because last night I took off all the nail polish and redid my nails. Well, my new color is what I call Stripper Pink. It is outrageous. I like it, but I feel like a stripper, prostitute, or something. It just goes "Pow! Look at me and guess what I do. "

It is almost an out of body sensation to watch my fingers on the keyboard, I am like, are those my hands. I will try to post a picture later.