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Mar. 13th, 2001 08:59 pmGood article: I Discipline With My Brain, Not My Hand, where a woman tells her experiences as a nanny, trying to find creative ways of showing children their behavior is wrong. I cannot get why people just let their kids run like mother fuckers, and think the only way to get them to behave is 'beat the devil out of them' (as opposed to physical punishment when all other methods are tried sincerely).
My siblings came home, coincidently while I was waiting for the bus. We older sibling went to the youngest second grade 'author's day.' It was okay, with the writing being what seven and eight-year-olds can do. She mentioned that I 'took her places' in her author's bio.
The older siblings went to lunch with Mom, and hashed out issues, most doing with the house, and how everyone just seems to run to different places.
I had planned to work from 3:30-9:30; I ended up working 5:00-7:30, due to 1) dawdling, 2) luck of good calls, 3) sleepiness.I hope to work 20-30 hours. I wish I didn't hate my job, and invent all sorts of excuses not to go.
I do wish I had other things to say. People I usually IM have either illnesses or other things to puzzle out, and yet, yesterday, I was sitting at school, pouting. And my refund still ISN'T here.
Wednesday, I will try to recording again, with practicing beforehand, after exams, after work. I will try to apply for jobs at Monster, too, and schedule something with Career Services, because I still don't know why I am not getting any interviews. Something about my past scare them? Is telemarketing that much of a liablity?
My siblings came home, coincidently while I was waiting for the bus. We older sibling went to the youngest second grade 'author's day.' It was okay, with the writing being what seven and eight-year-olds can do. She mentioned that I 'took her places' in her author's bio.
The older siblings went to lunch with Mom, and hashed out issues, most doing with the house, and how everyone just seems to run to different places.
I had planned to work from 3:30-9:30; I ended up working 5:00-7:30, due to 1) dawdling, 2) luck of good calls, 3) sleepiness.I hope to work 20-30 hours. I wish I didn't hate my job, and invent all sorts of excuses not to go.
I do wish I had other things to say. People I usually IM have either illnesses or other things to puzzle out, and yet, yesterday, I was sitting at school, pouting. And my refund still ISN'T here.
Wednesday, I will try to recording again, with practicing beforehand, after exams, after work. I will try to apply for jobs at Monster, too, and schedule something with Career Services, because I still don't know why I am not getting any interviews. Something about my past scare them? Is telemarketing that much of a liablity?
