OK. I'm back. The week before midterms is always crazy. I graded 31 short essays on Pericles and 30 assignments on state legislatures. I prepared two lectures on Machiavelli and one big one on state legislatures. I assembled two midterm review sheets. While keeping an eye on the kitchen contractors and helping Jonah with two school projects. So, I had three late nights in a row.
The neighborhood busy-body said that he's been watching me at my computer until all hours of the night. He's concerned about my health. I'm concerned that some old dude is spying on me.
On Wednesday, I came home from work and crashed on the sofa for an hour. Oprah was on. She brought out two Freegans, people who dumpster-dive to avoid ruining the environment with more stuff. Apparently, you can get a lot of good stuff from the dumpsters outside of supermarkets. Oprah with her big castle looked a little grossed out by the whole thing.
The next guest was a forty-something woman who worked as a stripper at nights, so that she could spend time with her kids in the afternoon. She said that other jobs only paid $30,000, not enough to support her three kids on her own, and that the hours interfered with the kids' after-school needs. Lisa Ling and Oprah patted the woman on the back for finding a way to earn money, while being a good parent.
So, Oprah may have convinced me to be a stripper. The money would be better, and the hours would be about the same.