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Tales of an Outsider
I am an outsider in my office. I’ve only lived in Texas a year, I am working a job intended for someone younger than me (about 15 years younger), and the people who are my age are employees fully invested in the pathetic drama that comes from working for a public academic institution.
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Eeyore Quit Calling Me…
There is nothing less worthy of dedicating my morning commute to than bitching about first world problems. I must have the face of a therapist because I seem to attract people with problems. Which isn’t usually an issue until I get the happy sucked out of my morning commute by an Eeyore who calls me just to complain incessantly about some garbage that really isn’t that much of an issue.
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Mistaken Identity
As a new stay at home mother, late in the game, with kids that are of school age, it is not something that I have eased into. If anything, I am resisting the title due to the two types of SAHMs that seem to live in my area. The first faction are the pampered, college educated, apparently useless wives of men who make more than enough money to support their family. Their affluent lifestyle affords them big homes in a closed community, BMW SUV’s to shuttle their 2.5 children from soccer to dance, from dance to karate, then lastly to the tutoring service. They take yoga classes during the day,…
