i'm such a wuss

I hate my job. I should quit and do something fun. Sadly, the real world doesn't look too kindly on that sort of thing. I want a house, an environmentally-friendly car, marriage, kids, yadda yadda. Apparently these things cost money!

If I could get paid to do theatre, I always said I would do it in a second. But I worry, actually. When I find something I like I dive in 100%, leaving everything else wanting. I had horrible marks in university and high school due to spending too much time on theatre, but at least then I was single! What happens to Vinny when I'm missing so many evenings?

Plus I'm a geek, I like my computer toys. And I like being able to give to causes I believe in. And take vacations. And and and and and and and. Fuck I'm a wuss. I feel like I'm stupid or indecisive for not just biting the bullet and deciding what to do, and then making it happen. I have friends who do nothing but theatre, and I have other friends that actually pay attention to their real career, not their imaginary one, and they make triple my salary and are incredibly happy with the way things are going.

Sometimes I really wonder where I'm going.

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My class is behind. I have ten chapters to do in five days. We're 3.5 days through, which would logically mean seven chapters. We're halfway through the seventh. Really not an issue, I have time left to deal with it, so normally no worries.

BUT: my students want to take an extra long lunch tomorrow to attend a special lunch, meaning that I would need about a quarter-chapter of extra time, at most, available. Also not a huge deal, on its own.

BUT: After 4.5 days with the same students (or from their perspective, with the same instructor), you really want to get the hell out. So the common practice around here is for the final few hours of the course to be essentially cancelled. Meaning I'd have to be done by 11:30 tomorrow morning.

So essentially I have 1.75 days worth of material to cover in about .75 days. :-)

I'm not complaining, I just felt like hearing the sound of my own typing.