What The Write Woman does with One Week of School (11 Days to Freedom!)

freedom and a reality check! My whole world is turning upside down, like losing a job I have to pay to work. All the friends I’ve made, even the ones who pretend to be my friends so that if I have to give them feedback, it will be nice. That usually doesn’t work though. I am unaware of what the disorder is called, but everything is black or white without the gray. It’s either right or wrong. Geez, I’d hate to be judged by me! No wonder I'm single!

So my computer was in the shop, and I was freaking out, because I was told I’d get my system back by Monday. This would mean one more week to complete two weeks of two high caliber classes. Not fun! Thank goodness I got most of the work done in advance, before the issues, and got the computer back on Friday. I’m not one to procrastinate. Usually companies like that in their employees, unless we're talking about government workers. 

When I worked for the prison, about ten years ago, I was told to slow down. My supervisor told me I would work myself right out of a job. I had ideas that would save the company time and effort, making it run so much easier (right after I located Gary Gilmore’s files that had been lost for over a decade). Needless to say, she was right. Six months later, the day after she left for vacation, I was escorted from the premises without a reason or explanation. In fact, of the six people in charge of my paperwork, not one had an answer other than I’d need to ask MaryAnn Redding. The worst part that killed me the most was her husband was having surgery, so I collected funds and set up a horse and carriage ride for them when she returned. But did I learn anything from the experience? Did I learn not to work too hard? Did I learn not to do things for people who don’t like me? The answer is no. However, I will not go out of my way to allow her passage, or assistance if the time comes later. I’m not stupid, but I learned people can be mean.

Speaking of stupid, what is the deal with parents? I made friends with this woman whose son plays on my son’s soccer team, and she tells me how they smuggle each other into the amusement park. The very next day she has her son text my son and invite him to the amusement park, telling him he doesn’t have to worry about paying. Hello? Not on my watch! My son can sit home with his sister and I and make fun of YouTube videos, leg wrestle on the living room floor, or paint each others toenails. The options are endless – and legal!

Everyone keeps asking me what I plan on doing after I graduate. I don’t know. I was sort of hoping to have Momma’s Boy all out there kicking up some curiosity. My guy Jason is working hard on filming it in Michigan right now. If we can get the trailer made for it, we’ll be able to put it on Kickstarter, IndieGoGo, etc. and have some backing. This is the time where we can’t let up or we’ll sink. One way or another, we're gonna float; either with passion or belly-up.

Oh, speaking of belly-up. I lost about 30 lbs, stressed out and gained over twenty back. I’m not happy with that, but I’ve got so many buns in the oven I can’t possibly keep track of the biggest set right now. When I start working, my stress will level out and I can concentrate on a real weightloss program. Then I can be hot again. Okay, not hot! I’m too worn for that, but I won’t have to shop at Big Barns. Those places checkout lines resemble cows going in for a milking. Ain't no one gonna milk me! I want to shine – like I used to. Little by little, I’m getting my life back. In one week, I’ll have one more obstacle down on rebuilding myself. Wish me luck! 

And by the way, I've lost my cap and gown! Since I'm unable to attend my graduation in Florida the way I wanted, I determined to use my photo on a green screen with the back drop of my school's photo to appear as if I had attended. I asked for help in searching for the cap and gown. No one thought it important -- until I held a $5 bill in my hand. My daughter disappeared, my son laughed, and before he finished she had returned with the box. Now I shall get to work! I need to have my graduation photo prepared for my final entry on The Write Woman.