Glennalicious: Like a Frikkin' Laser

June 09, 2005

Like a Frikkin' Laser

I don't get preoccupied. No, really. My brain doesn't ignore everything else and obsess about something. My brain isn't like one of those laser pointers.

Well, okay, it might be more accurate to say that I obsess and fixate on one thing until something else distracts me. So I guess I'm like one of those laser pointers, but one that is being waved wildly about by a drunk man inside my head. Unfortunately for my friends, family, and boyfriend, the last few weeks have been a weird mix of Glenn obsessions.

I had chosen this middle school in Harlem for work next year, then the principal was fired. This morning I met at 7:30 am with the new principal. Yeah, 7:30. No coffee. Oatmeal made by my boyfriend, but he gave me a small spoon. I don't understand small spoons. How can someone eat efficiently with a small spoon?

The new principal has a doctorate. He is an interesting guy with a background in prison management, so he just might be able to handle a middle school in Harlem. He likes me, I like him, I've got the job. Yes, you can call me Coach, if you want. Just don't ask me to wear those little gym shorts.

I wore my suit to the interview. It was last year to the day that I first wore my new suit at my mom's funeral. I bought it with the assistance of my friends Dave and Erin in Dallas the day before the funeral. One of my mom's friends hugged me with tons of makeup, smearing the side of her face onto the shoulder of the suit. I basically looked like one of those cave paintings in France. The suit has been dry cleaned since then, a year has passed, and no major breakdowns. I don't recommend watching Six Feet Under episodes for the first year after a death, or maybe I do. Maybe I just recommend not watching them with anyone else around. Rentals are much cheaper than therapy, unless late fees apply.

Derrick and I are looking at our first apartments here in Harlem. This is a worse ordeal than clothes shopping. We have the cash, we have the move-in date, we have a dog and tons of furniture. Maybe I should get buzzed beforehand, as that seems to help with clothes shopping.

Get through interview: Check.
Get through first year of death of mom: Check.
Get through first year of relationship with Derrick without him killing me: Check.

Get through third year of school: Almost check.
Get through apartment hunting: Almost check.
Get through packing things, trimming furniture load: Who am I kidding? That is for 1 day before the move.
Plan Texas roadtrip for July: Check.
Route? Umm, no.
Dates? Umm, no.

It's a laser, not some broad spectrum light source.

Posted by G at June 9, 2005 10:31 AM

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May I be the first to prematurely welcome you to the neighborhood, or as we like to call it, the 'hood.

Posted by: Michael at June 9, 2005 11:54 AM

Job: congrats.
Almost-apartment: congrats.
Mom stuff: hug, big hug.
Derrick: high five and hug.
Packing: good luck.
Texas roadtrip: stop by!

Posted by: Jen at June 9, 2005 01:30 PM

Got the job? Of course, you did. Like there was a doubt?

>Get through first year of relationship with Derrick without him killing me: Check.

Thank you Derrick for not having homicidal tendencies.

>Plan Texas roadtrip for July: Check.
>Route? Umm, no.

Plan the route through Chicago. And don't forget to bring the little gym shorts, Coach. :-)

Posted by: palochi at June 9, 2005 02:11 PM

Congrats on securing the job! A degree in prison management?! For a middle school, yeah, that can still work well! ;-)

Good luck on the apt. hunt! Will "He Who No Longer Blogs, The Cad!" be staying at the Swanktuary?

And hugs to you about the anniversary concerning yer mom. I didn't know how to find the right words to express my thoughts but all of those who commented in that entry did better than I could.

Posted by: Lee at June 9, 2005 09:58 PM

Congrats!
So now I can call you either Coach or Daddy?

Posted by: Hugo at June 9, 2005 10:26 PM

congratulations on all of the checked- and almost-checked items on your list. sounds like it has been a monumental year for you! now get moved and get down here to texas. and if you can meet for a drink...i'm just sayin'.

Posted by: jiminy at June 9, 2005 10:37 PM

congrats on securing the previously secured job. hey, when you move to harlem, stop by bill clinton's office and say howdy for me!

Posted by: myke at June 10, 2005 08:01 AM

I told you that you'd get it. Congratulations. I'm sorry about your mom. Losing your mom is like losing your insides.

Posted by: carla at June 10, 2005 02:11 PM

Fantastic! Nothing like a new job in a new borough! Congratulations.

I didn't thank you properly for talking Dan and me along for the ride to Dia. I had a splendid time. (Oh, and give a thank you to the nice lady who guided us!)

Can we have a celebratory backyard (iced) tea for you? Maybe Sunday or next weekend?

Posted by: Stephen at June 10, 2005 05:03 PM

congrats....we need to catch up soon. i'll be in dallas all summer except for the week i might go to rio (suprise suprise) so call me when you get there. we must play catchup soon.

Posted by: brian at June 10, 2005 10:29 PM

Congrats on nailing the new job!

Posted by: Mr H.K. at June 12, 2005 12:28 PM