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Thursday, November 20, 2003


Out of all the jobs I've had in my life, I'd say about 75% of them were ended by my getting so angry that I quit. Out of those 75%, I'd say another 75% were either initiated or exacerbated by someone named Carol.

I quit the Health Info Department at Rogers Memorial because of a Carol. Way back in the day, I was "asked to resign" from a deli because of someone named Carol. Someone named Carol was a thorn in my side at OmniMed and MedQuist, Waukesha, Tampa and El Paso. The most grueling unforgiving supervisor at the youth conservation camp where I worked when I was 18 was named - guess? - Carol. My brief stint as a maid ended when my supervisor there - a Carollee, matter of fact, it was Alabama - suggsted I might do better elsewhere.

And now the one person who decided to ride my ass at Amphion is named Carol.

What lesson am I to learn from this?


Happy birthday Jeremy, the future brother-in-law, current piano tuner, and goofy uncle. Don't worry, you'll get your thing from Mo.

posted by Julie Neff  # 11/20/2003 04:07:00 PM

Tuesday, November 18, 2003


The Hipster Intellecticus: call himself what he will (beatnik, philosophy major, liberal arts student), he's still hip and he still digs on Kerouac.
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posted by Julie Neff  # 11/18/2003 02:10:00 PM


Oh yeah, that's right. This is a blither and melange post you know, all a bunch of unreleated mishmosh that I feel the need to relate, but can't arrange in cute anecdote form.

Mo has given the thumbs-up to tofu sauteed in peanut oil and sprinkled with salt. "It tastes like scrambled eggs, but not eggy," she says. She gave a big old "blech" to plain goat's milk (I sniffed it and concurred), but ate it uncomplainingly in chocolate pudding. We both dig on the toasted tempeh - tastes kind of like slightly dry tater tots to us. We talked a bit about why I'm not eating meat anymore and she says she'll think about also not eating meat so much because she feels sorry for the animals. She's going to have a hard time giving up her favorite kind of meat, though - hot dogs. Well, if you consider that meat anyway.

She got her report card, and as expected, is about lower 3rd to 4th grade reading level, but is somewhat lacking in the organizational skills and doing her own work areas. On the other hand, almost everyone in class is her friend, and she's improving considerably (to hear her tell it) in the pre-sports activities they do in gym. At her conference, Mrs. Kellogg thanked me and Josh for taking such an active interest in her education and making such a friendly, well-informed and independent-thinking kind of kid. Heh. When Mo goes to school and brings the word "genocide" "religious intolerance" and "tight-ass Puritans" to the discussion about Thanksgiving, I wonder if Mrs. Kellogg will be so grateful.

A while ago, I was mildly afflicted with parvovirus B19 as well. It's the same bug that gave Josh the infuriatingly itchy but indistinct rash and Mo the bright pink cheeks and low-grade fever. The symptoms of PVB19 also can include severe joint aches. Tell me about it. For about 4 days I wondered what the hell I did to my knees and ankles and elbows to make them feel 90 years old. Surprise! It was the virus. We all shook it off relatively quickly though. Now let's not go blaming each other, who spread the bug to whom. (It was probably me. Sorry.)

Work continues apace. We're now going live into the UW Hospital and Clinic system, and that means (fanfare) a new computer! We need to hook straight into their main Health Info Systems database and apparently this PC can't do it. This trading out of PCs in November is becoming standard routine. The content continues to be simultaneously more fascinating and yet more infuriating. Yet I find the more annoying the content, the faster I type to get it the hell over with.

Since Josh has been more into posting his poetry lately, I'll give a brief blurb about him and school. It's fine. To Josh: That killer midterm wasn't SO bad, was it? No. You got a good grade on it. You're doing your homework and getting through it. Only 3-and-a-bit more semesters to go.

As far as the rest of the world goes, I think President Shrub and his whole administration need to be put up against a wall and shot, first in the knees and then in the head. I'd do it personally if I could. I hear rumblings of reinstituting the draft. I definitely do not like that. I see evidence of women's reproductive rights being taken away, bit by bit. Oh I CERTAINLY don't like that. I see the gap between the rich and the poor widening every day. Don't like that. I see big business eating everything. Don't like that and won't participate. Fuck you, big business and all the little insignificant people you're dragging along with you. I see further defoliation of my town and an influx of that big business continuing to pollute and destroy. That's been the final straw for quite a while now. When Josh is done with school, when Mo is old enough to adjust well, we're out of here. I don't just mean Mukwonago. I don't just mean Wisconsin. I mean the US. My citizenship means nothing to me, and I'd gladly trade it for some peace of mind regarding the stability of wild ecosystems, the competency of governments, and a whole hell of a lot of other things. Even if it means dealing with longer, colder winters.

Last unrelated bit of blahblah: There is a flock - technically a murder - of crows, numbering from 7 to 10 who have taken up residence and cawing grounds on the roofs of my building and the one across from it. Good thing I'm not crow-phobic anymore, eh?

posted by Julie Neff  # 11/18/2003 12:19:00 PM


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