Dearest and darlingest blog readers,
I recognize I am not the greatest at updating here. I get busy- or at least... I should be busy. But I have to tell/vent a little bit about my day, and then I shall go to bed, sleep it off, and never worry about it again... theoretically.
So my boss came and picked me up this morning at 8 am and we drove to Timpview High School. She knows someone who works in their counseling office and we were going to see what internship opportunities they had with their school psychologist, etc. The meeting was not what I was expecting- just in the sense that I left with the instructions to decide if I really want to do this, and then email a schedule and list of interests to the counselor. This is just something I thought would be done in the meeting- "this is what we want you to do, this is when you'll do it"- but it didn't happen that way. But the meeting was fine overall. Made me nervous and excited to be there in Winter semester. And that school is giMONgous! Like... 2000+ students?! I want my little Cromwell High bubble back.
Then I got dropped off on campus because my boss wasn't going to be in today. I worked for a while, then went to the bookstore and dropped$20 on candy because I told my TA students I'd bring them Halloween candy. I taught the lab and gave the students time to work on an assignment. The professor was there to observe and said he liked how we did things, so that was a nice pat on the back. Yay for me. And then he asked if I want to TA next semester. But I don't know how this internship is going to work out, so I told him I'd have to get back to him. I would like to keep TA-ing but we'll see.
Then I went to work. I was asked to help conduct a meeting (because "the boss" wasn't there), regarding what we want the students to do next week. Anyway- long story short, I was advocating the boss's position on the task when I was somewhat shot down and the task went in a different, but related direction. When the boss found out about what we'd done, she again stated the position I had tried to advocate. And when this happened, there was what I will call avoidance and reattribution that went something like this: "mollie didn't tell us that's what you wanted us to do." And BAM just like that, it was my fault.
This meeting had already gone over its time limit by an hour and a half, and I had a test that needed to be in my hand by 5 pm, and I was supposed to leave to go study for it an hour and a half ago. Now I only had 40 minutes to study and get it in my hand. I was worried because I knew I didn't know the material. And I didn't know it. I did less than stellar on the test, and I was just so dang mad. Yes, it is my fault that I didn't start studying earlier, but an unnecessary overlap in my schedule that kept me at work where I essentially got blamed for something that wasn't my fault and then a resulting not-great grade on the test did not a happy mollie make. I had perfect grades last year, so the thought of losing that because of this test (in a class I did not need, but took because I wanted to learn), which happened under these circumstances, made me just so dang frustrated.
It did not help that I had not eaten since breakfast. [Note: If you do not know this about me already, I get grumpy when I'm hungry. It's really not pretty.]
I walked home at 7.30 and my roommate was getting ready for the ward halloween party. I vented a little and tried to shake it off for the party. The party was in the Wilk- it was fun, though I got flack for not wearing a costume , but I was not in the mood nor did I have the time for a wardrobe change. M'Lisa painted a cute ghost on my cheek and I ate some candy, after buying a couple soft tacos at Taco Bell. But by the time 9/10 o clock rolled around, I was tired. Being tired also makes me grumpy; my efforts to be less noticeably defeated by the day were wearing off. I just wanted to come home, put on my pajamas, drink hot cocoa, curl up in a blanket, and watch a movie or something. M'Lisa suggested 101 Dalmatians. This is why I'm friends with her.
Anyway. So I finally got home after 11 pm. Exhausted. Frustrated. Defeated. I was getting ready for bed when I used the bathroom and noticed ... I have been wearing my underwear inside out all day. Of course. It seems only fitting given the day I've had. My roommate, trying to cheer me up, said "But now you get to wear them twice!" It did make me laugh.
We watched 101 Dalmatians, and now I am going to bed. I'm frustrated with work, and with myself. But I'm hoping a good night's sleep and some good venting will do me well. Tomorrow's another day.
And if I start it by putting on my underwear right side out, I'm already ahead of the game comparatively.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
random things.
update 1) I still have not found my checkbooks. I have resorted to using another checkbook out of storage, so they will be out of order. This irks me every time I write a check.
update 2) For my taught-by-a-grad-student-who-lets-us-teach-ourselves class, we had to write a paper. About psychological contracts. Which is a term that isn't in our book. Basically it's the idea that when you get hired as an employee, you have expectations for the job and your experience at that company. When those expectations aren't met, there's a breach in the "psychological contract" often causing people to quit etc. Well, our assignment was to find a journal article about psychological contracts and how they affect the relationships between employees and employers. I found an article that talked about how a breach of contract is related to feelings of violation and revenge which are related to deviant workplace behaviors. Pretty much saying if a company doesn't do what an employee thinks it will, the employee is less likely or willing to follow rules/protocol etc.
I wrote the paper, and thought "Man, if I needed a bunch of information on this, I wish I could just collect all our papers." And then I wondered about why he chose a term that wasn't in the book anywhere. And then, I went to class. Some point in the discussion about our papers, our grad-student-professor said, "When I was in a social psych. class, we came across this term and I just found it so interesting, which is why I've decided to do my thesis on it."
Hold the phone.
You're telling me we just wrote your lit. review for your thesis??? Are you serious?! So LAME.
update 3) I got free tickets to a play tonight through Freshman Academy, so my roommate and I are going.
update 4) I had to grade papers for my FA students this week, and they're all disappointed in the scores. But we were told to be harsh to push them to do their best work. I think we pushed them into learned helplessness. I feel so bad. :( Hopefully they don't hate us too much.
update 5) My boss at FA is currently working her networks to line up an internship for me for winter semester. I only have 5 credits of classes left to take, so an internship would fill a void in my schedule.
update 6) I registered for classes last night. I now have Intro to Social Psych, Floral Design, Bowling, Judaism and the Gospel, and University Band on my schedule. Yippeee.
ok, the end.
update 2) For my taught-by-a-grad-student-who-lets-us-teach-ourselves class, we had to write a paper. About psychological contracts. Which is a term that isn't in our book. Basically it's the idea that when you get hired as an employee, you have expectations for the job and your experience at that company. When those expectations aren't met, there's a breach in the "psychological contract" often causing people to quit etc. Well, our assignment was to find a journal article about psychological contracts and how they affect the relationships between employees and employers. I found an article that talked about how a breach of contract is related to feelings of violation and revenge which are related to deviant workplace behaviors. Pretty much saying if a company doesn't do what an employee thinks it will, the employee is less likely or willing to follow rules/protocol etc.
I wrote the paper, and thought "Man, if I needed a bunch of information on this, I wish I could just collect all our papers." And then I wondered about why he chose a term that wasn't in the book anywhere. And then, I went to class. Some point in the discussion about our papers, our grad-student-professor said, "When I was in a social psych. class, we came across this term and I just found it so interesting, which is why I've decided to do my thesis on it."
Hold the phone.
You're telling me we just wrote your lit. review for your thesis??? Are you serious?! So LAME.
update 3) I got free tickets to a play tonight through Freshman Academy, so my roommate and I are going.
update 4) I had to grade papers for my FA students this week, and they're all disappointed in the scores. But we were told to be harsh to push them to do their best work. I think we pushed them into learned helplessness. I feel so bad. :( Hopefully they don't hate us too much.
update 5) My boss at FA is currently working her networks to line up an internship for me for winter semester. I only have 5 credits of classes left to take, so an internship would fill a void in my schedule.
update 6) I registered for classes last night. I now have Intro to Social Psych, Floral Design, Bowling, Judaism and the Gospel, and University Band on my schedule. Yippeee.
ok, the end.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
bills to pay
ok...
So, about a month ago, I was rummaging through my stuff at Erin's house and decided I better take my checkbooks out of a box somewhere so I wouldn't need to come searching when I ran out (which was going to be soon). I had no idea where they were- just that they were in a box somewhere. I found them, after about 30 minutes of searching, and took two of them with me. I distinctly remember putting them in a box with my pots and pans that I was also getting out of storage.
When I got back to my apartment, I cleaned the pots and pans, and took the checkbooks to my room. I also distinctly remember thinking, "I don't want to have to search for these again. I will put them right here __________________________ so I'll be able to find them again."
This is all well and good, and I pride myself on being organized and planning ahead, but... the problem is, I'm drawing a blank on how to fill in the blank. That is, I HAVE NO UNEARTHLY IDEA WHERE THEY ARE!!!! I have searched high and low, under and over, in and out, and in all other prepositional ways possible.
And I ran out of checks last weekend, and I need to pay my gas bill.
lame.
So, about a month ago, I was rummaging through my stuff at Erin's house and decided I better take my checkbooks out of a box somewhere so I wouldn't need to come searching when I ran out (which was going to be soon). I had no idea where they were- just that they were in a box somewhere. I found them, after about 30 minutes of searching, and took two of them with me. I distinctly remember putting them in a box with my pots and pans that I was also getting out of storage.
When I got back to my apartment, I cleaned the pots and pans, and took the checkbooks to my room. I also distinctly remember thinking, "I don't want to have to search for these again. I will put them right here __________________________ so I'll be able to find them again."
This is all well and good, and I pride myself on being organized and planning ahead, but... the problem is, I'm drawing a blank on how to fill in the blank. That is, I HAVE NO UNEARTHLY IDEA WHERE THEY ARE!!!! I have searched high and low, under and over, in and out, and in all other prepositional ways possible.
And I ran out of checks last weekend, and I need to pay my gas bill.
lame.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
update
BAH!
As many of you know, I am quite terrified of insects of all sorts. This is a story about one. I was about to get in bed tonight when I saw something crawling on my bedspread, which I determined to be a very leggy beetle. I knew it would be best to smoosh it against something hard, but all I had was a hard-soled shoe against my bed (not hard. thankfully). I swung and hit it, but when I moved the shoe, the beetle was nowhere to be found. I think I may have unknowingly propelled it into the air and across my room somewhere. And now I have to go to bed.
Eeeewwwwwwww!!
the end.
As many of you know, I am quite terrified of insects of all sorts. This is a story about one. I was about to get in bed tonight when I saw something crawling on my bedspread, which I determined to be a very leggy beetle. I knew it would be best to smoosh it against something hard, but all I had was a hard-soled shoe against my bed (not hard. thankfully). I swung and hit it, but when I moved the shoe, the beetle was nowhere to be found. I think I may have unknowingly propelled it into the air and across my room somewhere. And now I have to go to bed.
Eeeewwwwwwww!!
the end.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Spam.
Friends,
I have not been up to much- just trying to keep myself on top of readings and school work. I have been taking lots of tests (it feels like) and studying less than last year, but feeling more busy. How is that possible?
Anyway- as some of you know, I am taking SLF 260- Family Finance because I feel like I am painfully naive about a) taxes b) life insurance c) mutual funds, bonds, credit cards, etc etc etc. It is a large class (about 150) and about 2 times a week, I get emails asking for notes from class. Now, the class comes with a spiral-bound notebook and the professor gives lectures on the information in the workbook. If you read the workbook, you probably wouldn't "need" to go to class. There's also a TA lab that's open the majority of each day where people can sit down with you and go over class material. But alas, the emails keep coming.
Well, last week, a one "Lyndsey Gaskins" sent this email: "Okay, for all people who are sending out emails about getting notes from people it really needs to stop. We're all adults, be responsible and get to know one of your neighbors in class, tell them you are going to be out of town, or come back when you are feeling better after being sick, and ask them to borrow their notes. I am not trying to be rude, but like many others I'm sure, I have six classes so I get about six or seven emails a day, so if you could please refrain it'd be much appreciated. Thanks and have a good day."
Wow, I thought. She has some nerve sending that email. But finally, someone willing to suggest that people STOP sending mass emails to the entire class whenever they need something. Good.
Then, about 2 hours later, I got this one from "Annie Heinitz": While we have all read many respectful requests to cut down on individual note requests, I'm just wondering how difficult it is for one to simply delete an unread message when it is of no concern to them? I don't mean to cause offense, but who are we to judge another's situation? We don't know if they have classes far away from each other and are pregnant, thus they are late getting into class, which would not allow them an appropriate opportunity to 'get to know' another student, whom they would ask for notes from. Or, what if a student was unexpectedly diagnosed with H1N1 (swine flu)? These students are asked to not come to class while they are contagious, and in many cases contagiousness has lasted over a week. These ill students will automatically fall behind and should not be penalized for missing class because of their illness. Shouldn't we be grateful that they are staying home and stopping the spread of the flu? My point is, that we are all in this stage of life together, what ever happened to giving your fellow student the benefit of the doubt, and helping them out when they needed it? We are in no place to judge, so either help your classmate out, or just click your delete button.
And then I thought me and Annie would not be friends. Because honestly? If I missed class, I would never EVER think about sending a mass email asking for some stranger to send me their notes. And I honestly think the people who do are those that don't have friends in the class... maybe because they never go? Even if someone WAS sick, they could go to the TAs for help, or when they got back, they could simply sit next to someone and say "Hey, do you happen to have notes from the other day?" But I am tempted to believe that the type of people who send mass emails are not the type of people who go to class on a more regular basis. I tend to think the people who send mass emails are the people who are too lazy to go to the TA lab, and are also the type of people to copy your math homework. I had half a mind to send another email asking that everyone simply SHUT UP to save the rest of us from the ridiculousness.
But it just kept going! I got this email from "Jair Hernandez" :
Here are my notes for Monday:
He talked about life insurance from the workbook. HW due on Friday.
Pg 158-161
Notes for Wednesday:
He talked about life insurance and told jokes.
Pg 160-161, 164-166
I think this email got the point across: the lecture comes from the text. Stop whining.
Maybe finally the issue was settled?
Nope, yesterday I got this one from "Quentin Hunt": I would just like to second my disgust at the emails number of emails I receive.
I am a full time student as well and with all the emails I receive it sometimes is difficult to not accidentally delete one of your emails requesting notes along with the 15+ emails I get selling me cIaLis or some other way to increase my manhood.
Inappropriate. These actions must stop! We're all adults--so leave me alone.
I have never bothered to use the filters on my email account because they just confuse me. It is therefore your responsibility to fix my problem for me.
It's time that you all grow up.
P.S. Please forgive my sardonic ways. It's a blessing... and a curse.
... He apparently thought he was just too funny to keep his comments to himself.
And finally, another one yesterday afternoon: Personally I love the emails I get from the class. Keep them coming!
Ok. Seriously, stop with the emails already!! Take your stupid arguments to the Daily Universe op-ed page please. That is what it's there for, after all. Then you can join the ranks of the people who argue back in forth about co-ed camping, bringing babies to movie theaters, girls wearing clothes that expose their clavicles, the condemnation of caffeine drinkers to hell, and other such nonsense that could only happen at BYU. I purposely choose not to read the Daily Universe to avoid such discussions- I do not need it in my inbox.
Ok. I'm done now. And now I can delete the emails from my inbox.
The end.
I have not been up to much- just trying to keep myself on top of readings and school work. I have been taking lots of tests (it feels like) and studying less than last year, but feeling more busy. How is that possible?
Anyway- as some of you know, I am taking SLF 260- Family Finance because I feel like I am painfully naive about a) taxes b) life insurance c) mutual funds, bonds, credit cards, etc etc etc. It is a large class (about 150) and about 2 times a week, I get emails asking for notes from class. Now, the class comes with a spiral-bound notebook and the professor gives lectures on the information in the workbook. If you read the workbook, you probably wouldn't "need" to go to class. There's also a TA lab that's open the majority of each day where people can sit down with you and go over class material. But alas, the emails keep coming.
Well, last week, a one "Lyndsey Gaskins" sent this email: "Okay, for all people who are sending out emails about getting notes from people it really needs to stop. We're all adults, be responsible and get to know one of your neighbors in class, tell them you are going to be out of town, or come back when you are feeling better after being sick, and ask them to borrow their notes. I am not trying to be rude, but like many others I'm sure, I have six classes so I get about six or seven emails a day, so if you could please refrain it'd be much appreciated. Thanks and have a good day."
Wow, I thought. She has some nerve sending that email. But finally, someone willing to suggest that people STOP sending mass emails to the entire class whenever they need something. Good.
Then, about 2 hours later, I got this one from "Annie Heinitz": While we have all read many respectful requests to cut down on individual note requests, I'm just wondering how difficult it is for one to simply delete an unread message when it is of no concern to them? I don't mean to cause offense, but who are we to judge another's situation? We don't know if they have classes far away from each other and are pregnant, thus they are late getting into class, which would not allow them an appropriate opportunity to 'get to know' another student, whom they would ask for notes from. Or, what if a student was unexpectedly diagnosed with H1N1 (swine flu)? These students are asked to not come to class while they are contagious, and in many cases contagiousness has lasted over a week. These ill students will automatically fall behind and should not be penalized for missing class because of their illness. Shouldn't we be grateful that they are staying home and stopping the spread of the flu? My point is, that we are all in this stage of life together, what ever happened to giving your fellow student the benefit of the doubt, and helping them out when they needed it? We are in no place to judge, so either help your classmate out, or just click your delete button.
And then I thought me and Annie would not be friends. Because honestly? If I missed class, I would never EVER think about sending a mass email asking for some stranger to send me their notes. And I honestly think the people who do are those that don't have friends in the class... maybe because they never go? Even if someone WAS sick, they could go to the TAs for help, or when they got back, they could simply sit next to someone and say "Hey, do you happen to have notes from the other day?" But I am tempted to believe that the type of people who send mass emails are not the type of people who go to class on a more regular basis. I tend to think the people who send mass emails are the people who are too lazy to go to the TA lab, and are also the type of people to copy your math homework. I had half a mind to send another email asking that everyone simply SHUT UP to save the rest of us from the ridiculousness.
But it just kept going! I got this email from "Jair Hernandez" :
Here are my notes for Monday:
He talked about life insurance from the workbook. HW due on Friday.
Pg 158-161
Notes for Wednesday:
He talked about life insurance and told jokes.
Pg 160-161, 164-166
I think this email got the point across: the lecture comes from the text. Stop whining.
Maybe finally the issue was settled?
Nope, yesterday I got this one from "Quentin Hunt": I would just like to second my disgust at the emails number of emails I receive.
I am a full time student as well and with all the emails I receive it sometimes is difficult to not accidentally delete one of your emails requesting notes along with the 15+ emails I get selling me cIaLis or some other way to increase my manhood.
Inappropriate. These actions must stop! We're all adults--so leave me alone.
I have never bothered to use the filters on my email account because they just confuse me. It is therefore your responsibility to fix my problem for me.
It's time that you all grow up.
P.S. Please forgive my sardonic ways. It's a blessing... and a curse.
... He apparently thought he was just too funny to keep his comments to himself.
And finally, another one yesterday afternoon: Personally I love the emails I get from the class. Keep them coming!
Ok. Seriously, stop with the emails already!! Take your stupid arguments to the Daily Universe op-ed page please. That is what it's there for, after all. Then you can join the ranks of the people who argue back in forth about co-ed camping, bringing babies to movie theaters, girls wearing clothes that expose their clavicles, the condemnation of caffeine drinkers to hell, and other such nonsense that could only happen at BYU. I purposely choose not to read the Daily Universe to avoid such discussions- I do not need it in my inbox.
Ok. I'm done now. And now I can delete the emails from my inbox.
The end.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Thanks, Erin.
First of all, I am officially 21 and a half today! Wooo.
So my sister (Erin- ok, most of you are siblings, I know) posted a whole page of pictures of New England in the Fall.
I am never quite as homesick as I am in the Fall. (Christmas makes me pretty homesick too, but it's different.) But I'm sorry- for those of you who just don't understand- Fall is beautiful in Connecticut, and New England in general. Utah has fall in it's own little way, as my sister said, but it's just not the same.
The weather of last week (not so much this week because it's a little chilly) made me want to be home picking and eating Golden Delicious apples off the tree at Lyman Orchards and wearing a sweater. It made me want to take a drive to the Granville General Store (seriously- you know I've got to be homesick to appreciate that drive...) and turn my nose up at extra sharp cheddar cheese as my dad eats it in little slabs in the car. It made me want to take pictures of pumpkins and drink apple cider. *Sigh* Oh how I love Fall in Connecticut.
And Erin's pictures did not help. So I'm blaming my bout of homesickness on her.
And then, I had this little tinge of awareness. At this time next year, I just might be home to see fall in CT. And I smiled.
So my sister (Erin- ok, most of you are siblings, I know) posted a whole page of pictures of New England in the Fall.
I am never quite as homesick as I am in the Fall. (Christmas makes me pretty homesick too, but it's different.) But I'm sorry- for those of you who just don't understand- Fall is beautiful in Connecticut, and New England in general. Utah has fall in it's own little way, as my sister said, but it's just not the same.
The weather of last week (not so much this week because it's a little chilly) made me want to be home picking and eating Golden Delicious apples off the tree at Lyman Orchards and wearing a sweater. It made me want to take a drive to the Granville General Store (seriously- you know I've got to be homesick to appreciate that drive...) and turn my nose up at extra sharp cheddar cheese as my dad eats it in little slabs in the car. It made me want to take pictures of pumpkins and drink apple cider. *Sigh* Oh how I love Fall in Connecticut.
And Erin's pictures did not help. So I'm blaming my bout of homesickness on her.
And then, I had this little tinge of awareness. At this time next year, I just might be home to see fall in CT. And I smiled.
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