I love what I do at the new job. I'm the secretary at the hs. One of three and the one who gets the least glamorous jobs; scanning lunch cards, creating lunch reports, calling subs, covering the middle school. But I really like it. More than being a para. Right now though, I miss the people I worked with at the es. I really miss them. It was like working with an entire group of sisters. I miss them bunches. Almost more than I miss seeing the kids everyday at work. It's not the same.
The new job has WAY too many people old enough to be my parents. However, unlike MY parents, they have older attitudes, older ways. I'm a fluffy pair of marabou slippers in a penny loafer closet. But, I refuse to take it so seriously. No matter what.
I even miss the whining.
As for the brain, I got another migraine last sunday. A huge explosive migraine. A migraine that resulted in tears and some really funky hearing loss last week. This resulted in several things, a trip to the doctor, Marc saying he was "marc-alicious" a la fergie and would require a Surgeon General's warning tattooed on his hip (you can guess what we were doing when the headache erupted). The trip to the doctor got me my very own MRI. Marc just got a laugh.
I won't know what is wrong with me, if anything until tomorrow or friday. Since I'm home right now and not in some hospital bed recovering from surgery, it must not be that bad. This however doesn't meant that I'm not tired or weepy or just plain scared. I am. Alot. And right now, I just want to stay and bed in cry for days and days.