Yes, I've decided to take on the cutesy blog routines that I've seen everywhere-- and although I doubt Tell-All Tuesday hasn't been done before, it is my own spin off of these themed posts. Sorry in advance, my Tell-All will be more of a journal entry than any type of interesting juicy gossip. ('Cause, it's my blog and I can do what I want to.)
I had just stretched out in bed this morning and looked at my clock : 9 AM. MMMmm yeah! A morning where I don't wake up to a shrill ring on my phone, is an excellent morning, in my book. I know that I should want to get a gig everyday. I know that I should be more concerned about making enough money to pay my preposterously high monthly student loan bill, and fill my gas tank, and all that nonsense; but on the days I don't get a call to go in, I can't help but silently rejoice and begin to plan out my day, a day blossoming with all the wonderful possibilities that unexpected free time brings--a day at the beach? Take my nephews to the park? Create a dance routine to a Lady Gaga song? Oh, the possibilities!
That day, however, was not today.
"This is the Okaloosa County School district calling for 'Jessica Custer'. There is a substitute position available. Press 1 to listen..." The automated message that greets me on the phone directs me from these joyous thoughts, no sooner than they began to swim in my head. But, by golly, I accepted that job, I pulled on my professional-substitute-appropriate-outfit, I marched into that second grade classroom, I whipped those little hineys into order, and I brought home that dang bacon! Dislaimer: There was no actual whipping of hineys done... nor was there bacon, for that matter.
Upon returning from home, I worked steadily on an application process in an effort to be licensed to teach in this fine state of Florida, checked in with my sick boyfriend (poor baby), and relished a night of staying in composed of Dad's grilled turkey burgers for dinner and finally watching Part 1 of the latest Harry Potter film with mom.
You know, for currently being without a steady job and my own place, life isn't too shabby.
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