First week back

I´ll have to admit that my first week back at work didn´t go as smoothly as I would have wished, but next week is sure to be better. I only have one class with one student, so it´s definitely not stressful. That´s a good thing. The only stressful part is getting there. My school sends teachers to companies all over the city, and my particular class meets three times a week at Hewlett Packard's central office. Unfortunately, there's major construction on Lopez Mateos, the main avenue near the building. I didn't calculate correctly dropping off Oliver at daycare and getting to the office and arrived late my first day, oops! I got there with plenty of time on my second day, but on my third day I didn't have the car and had to take three buses--the last one which didn't take me to right place, and got there late again. Not exactly a great start, but there's always next week. Next week, Jaime is going to ride with me on the bus to make sure I get on all the right buses. No more arriving late!

As for Oliver, he went to daycare the first two days and then on the third day went to the park with his grandad. They told me that he cried at daycare for a good while each day, but I know that's only normal. At least he's only there for about two hours, and by the time I picked him up he was always having a good time. I don't like the idea of leaving him at daycare for long periods of time, so I'm happy that once I start teaching part or full time in the states he'll be able to stay with my mom.

Working Woman

So here I go. Back into the work world. Harold, my old boss’s new right hand man, called me yesterday to come in about a class. So this morning I showed up at the school and in only an hour and a half’s time I had landed myself a class three times a week, plus daycare at their kinder, plus the opportunity to take language classes at the school for free. Not bad, I figure, considering that the class is from 5:30 to 6:30 pm, not like the 7:30 am class on the edge of the city they had offered me before. Plus Mexican rush hour doesn’t start till 7 pm, so maybe I can beat it. The daycare is probably the best perk, by far. And he said I can use it other days too. Maybe I’ll finally have some longed after free-time! Plus the idea of learning a new language, like German, Arabic, Japanese, Chinese or Italian sounds fun. Or I could brush up on my French. Yes, I’m definitely excited about the prospect.

new inspiration to write

I know it's been awhile since I've posted anything of substance here, but here goes...

The night before last as I slipped under the covers, a miraculous thing happened, a blog post started forming in my head. So I decided that must mean it's due time for me to start blogging once again. My blogging cirumstances are still anything but ideal--we have no internet at home, and I have a toddling child who requires almost all of my attention, but who cares! I gotta do what I wanna do at least some of the time.

So here was outline that popped into my head as I lay in bed...

1. Visa process at a stand still
2. Having motivational problems about returning to work
3. Baby finally sleeping through the night* (well at least some of the time)

So are you with me? Well, those of you who still bother to check into to my non-existant blog. If I can jog your memory, my hubbie and I have been going through the steps to get his US residency visa, or greencard. We started the whole process almost a year ago, at the beginning of March 2006. Well, it looks as if the process is once again at a standstill. My folks came to visit us here in January and I sent a load of paperwork with them to mail in the states. Well, my mom stopped in to check everything out with our Catholic Charities social worker, only only to hear all sorts of bad news. Basically, I have to order all the forms AGAIN and fill them out AGAIN. You may be thinking that I sound like an idiot for filling them out wrong, but these forms are anything but simple. Let me give you an example. the lovely I-864 form is 19 pages long, 7 pages are to fill and the other 12 are the directions. Another lovely thing our social worker told my mom is that you can only fill in and send back the original forms they send you, not the exact same ones they have on their website--which I also happened to have done. Oops.

Well, I could let it frustate me, but I've just decided not to let these things phase me anymore. My mom is more upset than I am, since she's on the other end waiting. And my husband, he's pleased. Any delay that keeps him longer in Mexico is swell. Don't get me wrong, he's ready to move to the states, if for anything to get his greencard then citizenship and be able to travel to the States freely. Mexico is probably where we'll end up eventually. Either here or New Zealand.

My other new saga has been a motivational one. I just can't seem to get motivated to go back to work. I was set to job search in December, but couldn't even get my resume in order. Geese Louise. Then I was supposed to hit the job search hard in January. Well, I did search a bit, and my conclusion so far is that the best, ie, easiest option, is returning to my old school where I taught before we got married. It's easy, that's for sure. They have already offered me classes. It's part-time, which is what I want. They have a "kinder," like a daycare/preschool where they said Oliver can attend. So what's keeping me from jumping at the opportunity? The pay at their school sucks. And the hours very often suck too. And the only classes that pay well are at companies far, far away. And the worst part of all is that the reason the pay is so bad is because the boss drives a Porsche which he has the audacity to park right in front of the entrance to the school. Even worse than that is the fact that his name is OLIVER and he's bald, German, never smiles (well almost never), and dates super sexy Mexicanas that work behind the desk as his receptionists.

With all that said, that is probably where I will end up working because it's easy. Damn!! I have all these dreams about my ideal work world, but since my time is limited here and my motivation to hunt out the perfect job is waning, I just might end up reluctantly working for my my old boss once again.

In more positive news, Oliver my son (who let me tell you adamantly was named without a thought back to my prior boss) is finally sleeping through the night!! YAHOO! Sleeping throught the night according to the Baby Book's definition that is, 5 hours at a time. That translates into waking up just once during the night! For me that's quite an accomplishment.

Well, that's all for now!