Maybe I Need to Chuck My Rose-Colored Glasses?

I did not sleep very soundly last night. My brain was occupied with the many ways that I could be late for work. I literally dreamed all of these during my 7 hours of sleep:

• Oversleeping (average)
• My mom driving around the parking lot in circles (wouldn't surprise me a ton. :o )
• A drug bust at our apartments...little gummy candy drugs to be exact. (not unheard of)
• Getting lost in our apartment building (one of those dreams where a place that you know magically morphs into something different)
• Falling down a bottomless stage pit (this occurred after I failed to jump far enough off the stage where people were studying. I hope this one is highly unlikely.)

Thankfully, this is the point where I woke up to the pestering sound of my alarm. Interestingly enough, none of my dreams included missing the bus. Wouldn't be a bad idea if this morning's events continued...

This morning, was a first for me. The first time I was ever hit on, as in a random guy trying to chat me up and get a phone number. At 6 AM on a Monday morning, I was not in the mood for that. Not that I would ever be in the mood for it. I'm not the type of girl that gets hit on! I've been trying to find a happy balance between my desire to assume every person I meet on the street is innocent until proven guilty and the fear-driven desire to be a little hermit that talks to no one. It may not be the best attitude, but I would be perfectly happy if I never saw that man again. I'm at least hoping that he won't be at that same bus stop every day - and that I will be coherent enough to give the "right answers" to the questions these men ask. Answers that say, "I'm not going to treat you like a jerk, but I'm not interested in anything."

I was talking with one of the maintenance men at work today, and when I told him I was one of the new employees hired with the stimulus money, he called me an "Obama teacher." I thought about that later and realized, no matter how much I dislike that Obama was elected president, I got this job because of decisions he made in office. No matter how long or short the duration of my first real job is, God blessed me with it in part through our current president.