Singing Weirdos

Can I just say that I freakin’ love my job?  I feel incredibly overwhelmed with all the things I don’t know (the sheer number of acronyms is daunting all by itself) but I am learning and I am happy.  It’s like they said, “Hmm, what sort of job could we make for Teri–an independent introvert with a good eye for detail and a penchant for tedious checklists?”  And then they made it.  I came home from work one day and Reid smiled at me and said, “Teri, you’re glowing!” because I was so happy.  And maybe a little because I was slightly sweaty from having decided to walk home instead of taking the train.  But mostly the happy thing.

Things in my life have always seemed to come in threes, and with the new job and the upcoming new apartment, I’m kinda worried what the third life change is going to be.  At this rate, I don’t think it can be any less than marriage and that’s just frightening.  No way, Jose.  Before I left the hotel Sam and Mike were teasing me that I’m going to meet someone at the new job and the next time they see me I’ll be married and having kids.  I then proceeded to explain to them that I have no intention of ever having children, but they didn’t believe me.  “Oh, you’ll change your mind!” they said.  The way I see it is I’ve had this “No Children” policy in effect my entire life, and it ain’t changin’ any time soon.  Some people are meant to be Moms or Dads.  You just look at them and think, “Yeah, she’s totally going to be a good mom.”  I’m not.  My maternal instinct is broken.  I think that babies are ugly and running with scissors could be a good way to develop hand-to-eye coordination.  Right now I get to be the “Cool Aunt” to my friend’s kids, loading them up with sugar and buying them noisy presents on their birthdays.  And who doesn’t like that?

I’ve recently made a goal to be more current with my current events and found an article today in the Chicago Sun-Times about Chicago’s infamous singing cab driver.  Tim rode in his cab once (but was not amused).  Now aren’t you glad to know that?

5 thoughts on “Singing Weirdos

  1. I’m so glad you like your new job!!! I remember my first month at my job after 7 months of talking on the phone. Such relief.

    You’ll have to post what an average day is like – I don’t really know what you do.

    And I think my maternal instinct is broken too. I thought that after several years of marriage, I would just automatically start wanting children. But no. Luckily, John feels the same way.

  2. I swore I’d never have kids too.
    I’ve always said I disliked kids. Almost close to hating them.

    Now I have one, and one more on the way. I don’t know how it happened, but I wouldn’t trade anything for them.


    So, maybe I do like kids?

    Congrats on the new job!

  3. Yay about the new job. I kinda get it when older women with kids tell me I’ll want them someday (no, really, that’s OK, I don’t want them). I miss working with kids. But after 9 hours a day with kids, 5 days a week … pretty sure I don’t want them.

    Sometimes, I get a rational guilt trip about not wanting kids with things like “Idiocracy” and a piece in Slate. They basically say things like, “If you like the way you think and you think the world should be populated with smart people, like you, it’s your own fault when the world is overrun by idiots b/c you don’t have kids.” Then, I say, “Ah-ha, but I will be a teacher and will have the opportunity to impact thousands of kids throughout my life time rather than just my one.”

    My real point is, I can’t stand it when guys say, “Oh, you’ll change your mind.” How the fuck do you know? You don’t have ovaries!

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