number 29
So I pulled #29 out of thirty something. Whatever.... There were about 50 teachers who had to draw a number out of a bucket. Most were elem edu. I'm music, so maybe I have nothing to worry about, as far as being cut.
I think the numbers were speaking to me. I'm 29 years old right now. I'll be 30 next month, Feb 5th to be exact. I've spent this entire month, well since Christmas really, coming to terms with that. I've decided that I look and feel better now than a decade ago. I'm smart, funny, sexy (sometimes); I know what I'm about. Ten years ago, I was unsure of myself, had no idea who I was going to be, and suffering from a bad bleach job. (If there's one thing I'm vain about, it is my hair.)
I'm moving forward! (whether I want to or not, LOL!)
6 comments:
so they are going to get rid of 28 people before they cut you loose? What kind of hackneyed idea was that? I think the 'brains ' who think up that kind of stuff must be trained monkeys.....Sorry.My bad. Monkeys would actually do a better job.
My guess? Next year you'll be right where you are now only you'll be looking ahead to 31. I wish I had it as together as you do when I was 30!
LOL! Monkeys! Maybe they're the MONKEES! Ooo, ooo we're the Monkees, and we're just doin' our job, workin in Human Resources, partyin all day long!
I agree with you sophanne. Word is, they're not cutting music teachers.
30 is so young! I've decided that age only matters if you are not happy with where you are in life. The only time a birthday has bothered me is when I hoped to be at a different place in life than I was and the birthday reminded me of that. Does that make sense? If my rattled-brain forgets between now and February 5th--Happy Birthday!
Thanks Haley for the good b-day wishes. Everyday feels like my b-day. I'm sort of ready to get it over with, I've been thinking about it for so long!
Okay. Two "turning thirty" stories. They might be a little long. Sorry.
When I was about to turn thirty, I went back to my college town with my husband. It happened to be freshman week. I took my husband to see my old dorm, thinking (aloud) that I didn't feel any different than I had the week I moved in and I could still be an incoming freshman myself. A guy coming out of the dorm held the door for me, and when I shook my head and told him I wasn't going in, he replied, "Oh, I thought you were someone's mom trying to find their dorm." I was stunned. Horrified. My husband laughed so hard I thought he was going to wet himself. I'm still pissed about it, I think.
But the second story is happier. Having just turned thirty, and with a new (second) baby in tow, I was having a cup of tea at a local cafe and feeling rather grim. An old man at the next table was talking to the waitress, who told him she went to a birthday party for her son over the weekend. The old man asked how old her son was, and she replied, "Thirty." The old man got this dreamy, far-away look on his face and said, "Thirty--how could anyone be that young?"
It's all a matter of perspective, I guess.
Happy Birthday!
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