4 Jobs is one job too many.

This past week I have been inundated with work. I worked 8am to 10pm almost every night this week with the exception of Thursday. It's been nuts. However, I'm super happy with three of my jobs. I got my glasses broken again at work this week, so the fourth job (which is actually the first), is not my favorite right now. Anyway here is the break down of my new jobs.

Job 1: Kindergarten 1:1 aide. I get to work with kids. It's awesome, who wouldn't love this job?

Job 2: Extended day lead teacher, (of sorts). I work with kids on the spectrum and provide a quiet structure place to go before they embrace the insanity of extended day. Which isn't really insane at all it's just snack time that might be a little taxing. I play games, read books and ensure everyone is okay. The program is new so I get to be involved with the development of it. This is very cool. I like building programs, it's fun for me.

Job 3: Quizmaster for Geeks Who Drink. In November I will be hosting at my very own venue. I will be blogging weekly from there and of course post a link for y'all, so you can follow that blog too. (To my two, maybe three faithful readers and anyone who wants to join them in reading this). I'm pretty stoked about this gig. If you're looking for a pub quiz (or a trivia night) in your area I recommend you check them out first. 8 rounds with 8 questions each and prizes for the top teams. How can you go wrong? Also you could be famous, because all of the Quizmasters post weekly blog entries and you or your team could get mentioned. Internet fame is still fame right?

Now I must attend to my studies but at least I put something up here for you.

Sara

That was awesome.

I kind of wish I had one of those Staple's easy buttons but instead of saying "that was easy" I'd like for it to say "that was awesome"

Here's an update:
I have a new job (I work with Kindergarten and first grade students as a 1:1 aide). I'm still a vegetarian (I think I'm still trying to come to terms with this fact). I continue to love Boston (it just feels like home to me).  I'm in the middle of midterms. I really need to focus on that. But I also wanted to update because it's been a month and I've gone to Atlanta and back and not shared anything. I was sad that the Braves didn't get the wild card this year. They always choke. :(


That is all.  :)

Update: Yesterday was probably the best day I've had since I moved to Boston.


Here it is the long and short of it.
I woke up early fully intent on having to spend my morning working. I came in the door greeted by "Heeeeeyyyyyy Sara" by one of the students I work with. (He's really funny and cute, if not sometimes persistent about getting things he cannot have, (i.e. candy bars in grocery stores). Anyway, this guy is one of the reasons I want to continue working part time. I then realized that we were overstaffed, so I called my supervisor and volunteered myself to go home. I set the staff up with places to take the students and left to go do homework. So I scored six hours of gloriously beautiful time, which has become a precious commodity for me these days.

Around 4pm,  I went for tea. This prompted me to think about wanting an awesome button and spurred me into a good mood that carried over for the rest of the night. This is really all the information you need about tea.

Following teatime,  my buddy Jay and I rode bikes into Allston for dinner. We walked the streets in search of a dive bar where I could play wing girl for him. I did a terrible job of playing wing girl and instead we got caught up on each others lives and discussed the excitement of the possibility of a Blue 4 reunion (the AmeriCorps team we were both on, for those of you who have come in late). Hanging out with Jay is always a good time, he is so full of life and always craves adventure. And Jay at 1 in the morning after the bar closes when he has access to a bike, leads to once in a lifetime adventures.

The bar closed because they close super early here. We arrived at the bikes and Jay had this look in his eyes, and said "we could go back, or we could ride into Boston."  Who am I to deny Jay or anyone of a bike ride? So I said lets go.  We rode down Commonwealth all smiles. Happy to be on bikes in Boston at night time. Jay greeted every pedestrian he could with a joyous "hullo" We came upon Boston Public Garden (for those of you not keeping up, my favorite park in the entire world). So of course it is mandated by the laws of my own happiness that any time I am within a mile of Boston Public Garden, I must venture towards it. And what luck that we did because we encountered a band of bikers. Known as SCUL.They ride on modified bikes and have created a subculture that  Busts the funk and spends Saturday nights navigating Boston and it's surrounding cities. They allowed Jay and I to tag along on and Bust Funk with them. We danced in a park, watched a rousing game of Derby (where they knock each other off their modified bikes but in a nice way), and rode through the most beautiful parts of Boston until almost Sunrise. Jay and I discussed the possibility that our waiter may have dropped hallucinogens in our beverages because the whole experience was surreal. I've never met a group of individuals more free and unafraid of excitement. Their energy was magnetic and if we weren't both craving greasy diner food we may have followed them until the end of time. We didn't end up making it to an open diner because I'm almost positive that 24 hour diners don't exist in Boston. However, we did ride along the Charles River from Cambridge to Watertown enjoying the worlds most beautiful skyline the whole way. We cheered and shouted and eagerly discussed our amazing experience.


I couldn't have asked for a better day. It was one of those days where I was reminded that You Only Live Once and to enjoy joy.