I have a confession to make. I’m 30 years old (keep reading, that’s not the confession), and I have never in my life had a real job. As in, I have never had a permanent, full-time, staring down the barrel at retirement, contributing to a 401K, J-O-B. You see, straight out of college I was a substitute teacher. While I am not knocking subbing as a valid profession (in fact many people can, and do, make a successful career out of it), I did not see it that way. Give me the option of having a day off every day, and 9 times out of 10, I’ll take it. After that, I started in on four long years as a seasonal field biologist. What that entails is 3-4 month long stints of hard labor for 10-15 hours a day, followed by however many months you can mooch off your parents afford until the next job starts.
Life as a field biologist is all about the camo pants.
I grew tired of constantly looking for the next job, so, not really wanting to start a real job, I went back to school. Fast forward five (yep, that’s right, I’ve been in grad school for five years) years, and here I am. I have supported myself on fellowships for the past three years (courtesy of the National Science Foundation, i.e. the government’s money, i.e. your tax dollars, i.e. THANK YOU!!). This year, I am teaching 8th grade science once a week. What this means is that once a week I have to get up, shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and be out the door by 7:30 am. This may not seem weird to anyone reading, but for someone (me) who can, on all other days of the week, wake up and work in pjs until 4 pm if so inclined, this is hard.
What this translates to in Katie-speak is that I have to get everything ready the night before, because even though I’m a morning person, I can’t remember things too well at 6 or 7 am. I don’t like to eat out because I am such a good cook cheap, so I always pack myself a lunch and snacks for the day. I have spilled many a soup in my backpack. Enter my new lunchbag.
I made this from a pattern out of One-Yard Wonders (in the running for best present EVER) using fabric I got at The Fabric Depot. It’s insulated and the hardest part of making it was turning the corners with the bias tape (don’t look too closely at the photo, I didn’t do too great a job…I know you’re looking…I said don’t look.) I think I need to work on using bias tape; I get really frustrated when I use it and it always ends up looking like crap. Although, I did make an apron today with bias tape that turned out great. Maybe my problem is the insulation and bias tape combo is too much for my sewing machine? Any sewers out there have any advise? Do I just need to get a new machine? (Yep, still in the great debate over that.) It is a perfect size, and can just be thrown in the wash. It even fit the monster salad I had for lunch that didn’t look anywhere near as pretty as this. But it did have these same ingredients, plus my goddess dressing, which I am happy to report works wonderfully with Katie’s agar base instead of the tofu (boo-yah, soy-free, dairy-free dressing).
I have serious respect for all the 9 to 5ers out there. (And a new resolve to never finish graduate school. Nothing stokes the flames of the to the slacker fire like a good dose of reality.) I go to the gym after school and when I get home, even though it is only 4 pm, I just want to call it a day. Luckily, this is only a one day a week gig.
I leave you with this completely inappropriate photo, because as one 13-year old boy told me yesterday, my sense of humor is on par with a fifth grader. You’re welcome.