The Hellish Handbasket

Last night, with two days to go until I'm officially unemployed, a student looked at me and said, “You don't look so good.” I know...

My family reunited for a brief few hours today. My older brother drove in from the Oregon coast for the day. My sister came in from Boston f...

Yesterday I arrived at work at the career college and found the faculty office in an uproar. Apparently some students, upset about the termi...

In two weeks I will be unemployed. I have mixed feelings about it. When I imagine not having to use obsolete technology to teach keyboarding...

Tonight I'm breathing a sigh of relief after a day of good news. My car doesn't need front end work. My chairperson sent my disserta...

How many times must we go through this? I'm speaking, of course, of the tragedy at the Boston Marathon yesterday. I'd rather be rant...

The last time I had an entrepreneurial seizure, it did not go well. That was a long time ago (1981) in a galaxy far far away (Los Angeles). ...

I'll give you a hint: It has to do with spraypaint and glitter. No, not really. I'm just kidding. I know I sound obsessed with expre...

After almost ten days of jacking us around, not telling us anything, we finally got the news: when the Clackamas campus closes on May 3, we ...

Everyone is unhappy, mostly about work. Does it seem that way to you? My sister, a published author and expert in her esoteric field of art ...

If you follow this blog, which is unlikely unless you are Bravadita, my sister, or my friend E., you might have noticed that I haven't b...

Good news (at least to some, not sure who exactly, maybe just my mother). I just uploaded the massively wretched tome, the first draft of my...

As the teachers left yesterday after day classes, they wished each other a happy Easter. One said, “Have a happy Easter, if you celebrate Ea...

My phone rarely rings during the week. When it does, it's almost always telemarketers. Despite the fact that I am registered on the nati...

It's war at the Love Shack. Dueling stereos are shaking the woodwork. I'm being pummeled by New Order, bass on high. I don't kno...

Three weeks into the term. The evening Human Resources Management class, the one that was having trouble last week, got on track and started...

My indefatigable dissertation chairperson saved her comments for Chapter 3 of my dissertation. Why am I surprised: She is a self-proclaimed ...

A recent graduate at the career college called my boss to tell him she got married. She also told him to expect a call from an employer seek...

After a hellish first week, the new term at the career college is.... I can't think of any words to describe how this new term might unf...

Here I am, skulking back to my blog after being outed as a closet optimist. I've had some interesting feedback on the whole sordid exp...