Already this week, I've worked far more hours than I was hired to do in a week. Oddly, that pleases me. I like working hard, and I like seeing something concrete arising from the work I'm putting in. Even particular level of hell is far closer to paradise than working as a restaurant manager. I put in an equivalent number of hours then, but I had nothing to show for it but carefully held back tears and a whole lot of TPS reports.
Interruption to tell Teh Dawg that the cats are doing nothing wrong. Please don't chase them.
The $evil_project soundtrack for tonight is Concrete Blonde, Bloodletting. It seems oddly apt. Yesterday, sitting in my office, I was listening to Eminem. I felt gleefully subversive listening to an artist so reviled by the acadmics I knew in graduate school while sitting in a high-level academic administration office.
Of course, I was the teacher in grad school (and beyond) who taught Eminem and Nine Inch Nails ("Closer," of course) and Liz Phair (Flower) and Snoop Dogg ("Gin and Juice"). I loved the look on my students' faces, moving from shock at hearing "I want to fuck you like a dog/ I'll take you home and make you like it" in a college classroom, to satisfaction at understanding one way to interpret poetry. It's all about context. I was a pretty mediocre teacher, but I had my moments.
I got a new toy in the mail today. I've been wanting a graphics tablet for a while. I'm a mediocre artist, as well, but there's something incredibly relaxing about drawing. It's something to do with my hands that allows my mind to focus. It took every ounce of self-control to avoid playing with the new toy tonight when I got home. I installed the software and then put it away. Must. Work.
And, on that note, I've still got a few more miles to go.
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