Argh

Argh. I am the most recent victim of departmental politics. I got passed over for a teaching position as they hired someone who doesn't already teach at the university, and has taught a grand total of one class in the five years I have been there. He is also someone who specializes in production, and the class is a critical studies/theory class, which is my forte. I was also a graduate assistant for the classes while I was a grad student, and so I am very familiar with the content and format of the class. It seems like I should have gotten the class, right? Wrong. My resume doesn't have the line "buddy of the department chair", which negates the qualifications I have. I got fucked. FUCKED. I might not be so upset about it if I wasn't about to lose my benefits because I need to teach three more credits (i.e. one more class) in order to have benefits. ONE! There were three classes available, and they couldn't even throw me one measly class. Up to this point I thought they respected me as a teacher and thought I was valuable to the department. I have been proven 100% wrong. I may have friends in the department, but neither they nor I have nearly enough cache to have any sort of influence, and that is apparently the only thing that matters. Qualifications? Don't need 'em. Experience? Don't worry about it. No education? Pshaw. Oh yeah, did I mention all this guy has is a bachelor's degree and some graduate classes? Yeah, I'm even more qualified through my ability to actually FINISH my degree and not simply start one until I get bored. I suppose I could complain to the Teacher's Union, but I think it would only hurt me since I could win now and get what I want and then next semester they could just not renew my contract. So I just have to sit here and take it and keep my mouth shut, which as you know is not even close to how I normally do things.

So I guess that's it. Argh.

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So I checked out the girl you told me about. Your link didn't work so I just googled her. You haven't seen me in a really long time...but yes, there are elements that are similar. She looks a lot more innocent and sweet than I do. She reminds me of Fiona Apple (or at least her voice does).

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I still stand by my earlier statement. I guarantee that if I had big boobs and a smaller IQ, I wouldn't be blogging on a Friday night. I would be getting laid. That said, some guy I don't know hunted me down on myspace and very casually told me he loves feet and basically needs a dominatrix. Where do these people come from? I guess my profile picture doesn't really say "church girl" so much as it says "Trouble". Too bad the good looking dudes of San Diego all want to date a Charger girl, not a hot teacher. When did the teacher fantasy go out of style? I know all the best places to do it on campus...

Oh yeah, the earthquake was a bit weird. I work in a 100 year old house and my office is upstairs. Oddly enough, I felt the rumbling before it actually hit, and when it did, the house swayed a bit, which made me nervous. I never thought about the structural integrity of the house until then, but the swaying did make me a bit queasy. It's been a while since we've had one here; the last time I felt one was a tiny one about a year ago.

I'm thinking of applying for a Fulbright Grant. I want to go to Prague and study filmmaking and find my long lost family. I recently found out that I'm related to Larry Bird on my mom's side (we're close enough relatives that it's probably illegal for me to marry his kids in some states). And yes, THE Larry Bird. So, it only begs the question of what kind of illustrious townspeople are in my family tree on my dad's side. Perhaps there is a famous family of circus folk that would explain a lot. My guess is they own some cattle or goats and have very few outfits. I'm going to have to learn some Czech ASAP, which is a little scary.

So I have one more parting gift. A couple of weekends ago San Diego had their Pride Weekend, and of course, the parade goes right through my neighborhood. I watched the parade for a while, but quickly became disappointed in the number of hot young shirtless men on the floats so I met some friends at a club and started drinking and acting stupid since the chance of getting any was slim to none, even with the Mardi Gras style necklace with the Magnum condom attached to it that I was wearing. Anyway, I ran into a kid who's in my art history class, and he's the only cute guy in the class. I pretty much ambushed him and my gay friend was armed with a camera. You get the idea. Anway, this one is a classic Lisa pose. Enjoy.