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January 05, 2004
Hrmph
So. Hey. Here we are. Vacation's over, Girl-E's back at work. She is decidedly vexed. For someone who has sincere ambitions to be an accomplished contributor to society, she sure is taking this hard. One little 10-day respite and she can barely put on her shoes. Someone needs to tell her that having the time to watch all 9 hours of Lord of the Rings in one day is a privilege, not a right.
This morning she was given a new project, to coordinate and develop the intellectual framework for a high-level recurring seminar on closing the racial achievement gap in education. If you don't know her, this is the kind of thing she would have named as her dream job from the age of seven. Not that rock star and dolphin trainer didn't sound cool, but even as a wee tot she advocated a realistic balancing of idealism and pragmatism. So anyway. She should be completely psyched, but instead she's moping around and staring dumbly out the window because at the moment her only ambition seems to be reading in bed and eating pudding. We even think we heard her mutter something about how to go on maternity leave without getting pregnant, but we're not sure.
Posted by The Twins at January 5, 2004 11:46 AM
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lol...maternity leave without getting pregnant. great idea! and i'm with you on the staying in bed thing. bed rules!
Posted by: kat at January 5, 2004 12:36 PM
Mary Tudor had a phantom pregnancy that had everyone around her convinced. Maybe you could try that. Although they've made some advances in diagnostic technology in the 400 years since then, I think.
To me, nine hours of LOTR sounds like neither a privilege nor a right, but an acute torture. But that's just me.
Posted by: Jess at January 5, 2004 01:10 PM
fake an injury and go on workmans' comp. ;-)
Posted by: snowy at January 5, 2004 01:21 PM
That may have been your dream job from the age of seven, but it's your six-year-old self who's driving right now. Hence the inner turmoil. And the pudding.
Posted by: nikita at January 7, 2004 11:01 AM
pudding...mmm...scoot over and give me some.
Posted by: jules at January 7, 2004 11:40 AM