mixed signals in the brain

I am really tired, and somewhat bored.

However, I'm also extremely restless.

This is bad. This means that I really wanna do SOMETHING interesting, but I'm too tired to make it happen. My brain is soooooooo not working.

Speaking of brains not working, I had a spooky experience this afternoon. As I was walking to Ben's from the brown line today to hitch a ride back to the 'burbs with Ben and Marta, I saw this white Jeep cruise by. Even though Ben hasn't owned a white Jeep in over a year, the first thought that ran through my head was "oh no, they left without me!". It took me about twenty-seven seconds for me to remember he isn't driving a white Jeep anymore, but a small Honda civic with a Stitch on the dashboard and cat hair on the seat.

This also means that I'm too tired (translation: brain too swirly) to tell you about my weekend. Suffice to say, I had a wonderful time, met new and wonderful people, added about three people to my LJ friends list, and got kinda sunburned.

I swear I got sunburned through my shirt today, too.

Oh yeah, I got a really good backrub, too =D


Bye.

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I am so angry I'm shaking. I'm trying to compose my letter of resignation to Kagan and Gaines, and all the parents of students I have there. I can not work for them anymore. The greatest breach of privacy EVER has been made.

Okay. My car broke down on Thursday, so I couldn't make it into work. Which they knew, because I called to tell them so. Friday I don't teach. Saturday, I only have three students, because I moved the bulk of them to Wednesdays so I could have some flexibility for the summer. This Saturday, one of them was out of town and the other two cancelled on me. Not a big deal, as it was the spirit of the agreement we all made for having Saturday lessons. That means I wasn't in. Sunday, self-explanitory. Oh, and perhaps it is important to note that our answering machine doesn't work (some of you may have noticed) because it was attached to a fuse that burnt out and it was fried. So about twenty minutes ago, I'm sitting around the house doing stuff, writing, and thinking about cleaning, and the doorbell rings. I'm not particularly dressed, and I know my dad is out, so I opt to ignore the doorbell. It rings again. Then they walk around back and bang on the back door. By this time I"ve managed to throw on shorts and a T-shirt, and go answer the door. So, who is it?

THE WHEATON FUCKING POLICE!!!!!!!!!!!!

The kind officer said that my work had called because they were concerned because I haven't been in since Thursday, and I have apparently turned off my answering machine.

WHAT THE FUCK???????

They called the POLICE?

What kind of stick-my-nose-in-your-business Nazi's am I working with, anyway?

It is time to do this. I've been bitching about working there for a long time, and if I don't take this opportunity to leave them NOW it will just be my problem more and more. I know who it was that called the goddamned police, and I don't care to ever face her or talk to her again the rest of my life.

I don't get angry, truly angry, easily. This is the most pissed off I've been since I can remember. This is an absolutely amazing turn of events. Now I have to come up with a lightening-quick plan of events to become gainfully employed and get money FAST to pay off the car repairs. If anyone has any ideas, please let me know.

In the meantime, I've got a terse letter of resignation to write.

Sorry, Johnny. This looks like I may never find out who it was that played guitar for Muddy Waters.


**Edit (and a note of clarification): I am NOT an employee of said music store. I am a free agent that rents space from them. I get neither paycheck nor W-2 from said music store. The only responsibility I have to them is to pay my studio rent, and to keep the students happy so they keep coming back. There appears to be no problem on either issue. On top of that, I was gone all weekend, from Saturday afternoon to Sunday night. If someone had actually tried to call over the last three days, wouldn't a number appear on caller ID? It did not.**

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I'm flipping out.

Now,I know there's some of you i don't know well. Maybe we've just added each other to our respective friend's lists. Some I've met, but don't know well. But the bulk of my friends list I've known and been close to for six years (actually, five years and eleven months- the sixth anniversary of Vocare is at the end of July); one I'm closely related to; one I've been very good friends with for thirteen years.

Of those I've known for ages, raise your hand if you've ever seen me flip out. I mean, truly flip out- not like "gee I'm pretty ticked" flip out.

Yeah, I'm flipping out.

There is a car that needs massive repairs. We still owe him for the clutch job. How the hell am I going to pay off the rest?

I will not work for Kagan and Gaines any longer. I can't. I refuse to. Someone has already expressed to me that they don't understand what the big deal was about what happened this morning. Suffice to say, this is the end of a long string of stupid, manipulative things this psychotic lady has pulled in the four years I've been there. I don't feel the need to justify myself any further than that.

I have no money. In order to get money I need to go in tomorrow and teach. It is the first of the month and they all owe me for tuition.

Did I mention I'm flipping out?

I have a rehearsal in Palatine tonight. If I don't go, I don't get paid. Plus, its a dress rehearsal for Sunday's concert, and Frank will be utterly pissed if I don't show. I don't know how I'm getting there yet.


I'm flipping out.

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Thanks, sixfeetabove!

( An LJ quiz to cheer me up )