Previous Life

In a past life, a.k.a. my twenties I was a photographer. Not a great one but pretty damn good. I shot mostly portrait photograpy with the occasional passport photo thrown in for extra money. Passport photos are quick and easy cash.

Well today, my previous life has come back to haunt me. I am wearing the hat of "student ID photographer". In other words I have the privilege of shooting all new students ID photos. And guess what?

I don't like it. I am disorganized and I think I just put four students’ faces to the wrong names.

Do you think they will notice?

So, I have to come up with a better system.

(No husband I CAN do this on my own.)

I just need to find a rhythm. I need to make it so everyone comes at a certain time so I can get four done, print them and laminate them while their faces are still fresh in my mind.

Oh, and not play receptionist, meet w/ students about their resumes, answer instructors questions , and try updating student files all at the same time.

Just for the record I did QUIT the photography profession for a reason.

Que sera, sera.

The Imaginary Argument

There are times when my husband will say something and it is not until later that I start analyzing what he said to me.

For example: He said to me on Friday evening, "You're pretty useless on Fridays."

Meaning I don't accomplish a lot. I regenerate from a forty plus work week achieved by working Monday through Thursday. So I usually spend Friday recharging my batteries. (Metaphorically speaking. I do not run on real batteries.)
But this morning as I was getting ready for work that statement popped up in my head again and I found myself defending and arguing with the Husband, who by the way, was not in the room, not in the house, but at work miles away.

Me: What do you mean I am useless?

Imaginary Husband: Nothing. You just don't do anything on Fridays.

Me: I do nothing? I suppose you think the house elves fed the dogs, vacuumed the living room, did all the dishes, washed four loads of blankets, towels, and the dog beds. I am sure you think the fairies came from Neverland and made those brownies you ate. Oh and of course Casper the ghost made dinner and washed all the dishes up afterwards. All the while I lounged around, doing absolutely nothing.

Imaginary Husband: I didn't say that.

Me: NO??? Really!!! I believe you said I am useless. Well let me tell you about useless... (This is where I tend to disparage my husbands paternity in none too flattering ways.)

Imaginary Husband: I am sorry my sweet loving wife. I have failed you. Of course you deserve a day off. You work hard and I appreciate everything you do. From now on I will do all the housework and all the laundry. (Ok this was just thrown in for comic relief.)

Of course none of this conversation ever actually happened except in my own warped little mind. Yet I found myself becoming angry and annoyed with Reality Husband. Enough so that I almost sent him a nasty e-mail telling him what an unappreciative bastard he was. All because I had an imaginary argument with my husband.

So what have I learned?

That I am NOT useless on Fridays. I just don't leave my house on Fridays.

And Kurt is unappreciative.

Ok, just kidding. He is appreciative and he makes me laugh at myself.

So Happy Monday, everyone.