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rosa_acicularis) wrote2007-09-06 03:50 pm
rosa_acicularis) wrote2007-09-06 03:50 pm
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this is a public service announcement - with guitars!
I am American, 21st century Mary Poppins; this is certain.
Today I was officially hired for yet another nanny gig. It's actually rather exciting - the two girls I'll be caring for are a few years old than my usual clientele and are not, as one explained to me, "little girl-type kids." Four-year-olds are awesome. One is sunny and outgoing, the sort of child everyone wants to be around. The other is moody, withdrawn, and still wary of me. When I related this comparison to my former roommate, she said, "Well, I can tell which one you like more."
After protesting that I had no intention of liking one more than the other, I said, "And anyway, you'd be wrong. I quite liked the moody one."
She replied, "Yes, idiot. That's what I meant."
I am so predictable. This saddens me.
Also, there was an incident at my new employer's home with a shockingly attractive Irish house guest who startled me as he came down the stairs half-dressed. Thus discombobulated, I may or may not have tried to walk through a closed door and then, when I'd managed to actually open the door, shut it on my hand. He seemed to find this amusing. It was...an odd encounter. And rather nice. Yes. Anyway.
In academic news, in class this morning I dropped my pen as my prof was taking roll. When he came to my name, I popped back upright in what must have been an unintentionally amusing manner, because he laughed and said, "Oh, Rose. You are such an lolcat."
The combined hilarity of the fact that my beloved prof (who specializes in the Victorian novel and is endlessly fascinated by Harry Potter fan fiction) not only knew what an lolcat was, but decided that I resembled one, sent the class into a shocked silence.
My prof then made a strange face, held up his hands like claws, and said, "My favorite literary tropes. Let me show you them."
It was, perhaps, the single greatest thing I have ever witnessed.
Today I was officially hired for yet another nanny gig. It's actually rather exciting - the two girls I'll be caring for are a few years old than my usual clientele and are not, as one explained to me, "little girl-type kids." Four-year-olds are awesome. One is sunny and outgoing, the sort of child everyone wants to be around. The other is moody, withdrawn, and still wary of me. When I related this comparison to my former roommate, she said, "Well, I can tell which one you like more."
After protesting that I had no intention of liking one more than the other, I said, "And anyway, you'd be wrong. I quite liked the moody one."
She replied, "Yes, idiot. That's what I meant."
I am so predictable. This saddens me.
Also, there was an incident at my new employer's home with a shockingly attractive Irish house guest who startled me as he came down the stairs half-dressed. Thus discombobulated, I may or may not have tried to walk through a closed door and then, when I'd managed to actually open the door, shut it on my hand. He seemed to find this amusing. It was...an odd encounter. And rather nice. Yes. Anyway.
In academic news, in class this morning I dropped my pen as my prof was taking roll. When he came to my name, I popped back upright in what must have been an unintentionally amusing manner, because he laughed and said, "Oh, Rose. You are such an lolcat."
The combined hilarity of the fact that my beloved prof (who specializes in the Victorian novel and is endlessly fascinated by Harry Potter fan fiction) not only knew what an lolcat was, but decided that I resembled one, sent the class into a shocked silence.
My prof then made a strange face, held up his hands like claws, and said, "My favorite literary tropes. Let me show you them."
It was, perhaps, the single greatest thing I have ever witnessed.