Shit and Fan

One of the big piles of shit (although minor, in the grand scheme of things) was that I just got my job assignment for next year. And despite the fact that I just might be the most excited person to actually get up in front of a classroom again, and also the most excited person to actually have a job again, they gave me an assignment that is an hour and a half commute from my house. And yes, this would be no big deal were I working full time and had a car. But the real situation is that I will be commuting this much for a part-time job while I am a full-time student. And all commuting will be done in a bus or on a train.

I wouldn't mind were I not to be fully aware that there were 1500 positions to be filled in all of France, and that at least several hundred people were given assignments in or around Paris. These people could have just as easily been given my position, and they would have no serious issues with it. But I specified that I had to be in the Paris region because I will be taking classes at the Sorbonne, 25 hrs/wk. And there's just no way I can get around that. So they apparently gave me a school district right outside Paris, but then gave me the furthest fucking school from the city within the district. Is that logical? I'm going to test it out, but it may not be possible to pull it off.

Anyway.
I just had to bitch.

I'm trying to keep positive in the face of things. I'm sticking to the stuff I have to do, trying to stay social and see my friends. When it rains, it pours, they say. I'm also trying to stick to running because it is a good stress relief, and it usually helps me keep my thoughts straight.

Something else I didn't appreciate today. Here's the conversation:

"Where did you go on your month-long vacation?"
"Oh, Spain and Portugal. Yeah, it was great."
"Spain? For a month? Why are you so white?"

Yeah. She recognized that maybe that came out wrong and said something along the lines of "Oh, I mean, you're sorta tan, but you seem to have the skin tone that would get really tan after a month in the sun..." but the damage had been done.

Anyway, I don't want to get into all the other shit that's getting me down, but I do want to point out something very basic to all the men out there: if your girlfriend has some serious problems and is on the verge of tears, it's not the moment to get mad at her because she's going to be ten minutes late for her own appointment. No, wait, ten minutes late to being 30 minutes early for her appointment (you, of course, know that she has that "30 minutes early" rule for anything important and that today's appointment is very, very important). Because guess what? She has other things on her mind.

And then, when she semi-calmly tells you that you should consider being a little bit more sensitive, given the present state of things, instead of saying "How the hell was I supposed to know?" (to which the response is "Are you a fucking moron?!"), you should nod and say, "You're right, Baby. I wasn't thinking." But if you can't bring yourself to say that, and your girlfriend eventually storms out of the house in tears because, as a defense mechanism, you just kept on yelling at her, well, when she comes back home six hours later, you should get up and give her a big, scrumptious hug. Or you should say something nice like, "Hey there. Are you feeling better?" while making what she calls "soft eyes" at her. What you shouldn't do is give your girlfriend the silent treatment (thereby requiring her to do the same, of course) for...oh...I dunno...seven hours. And counting.

Good night.