mijan | i can has job nao!

I've got a job! A real job! But a FUN job! They're going to give me gadgets, gizmos, and flammable chemicals, and then turn me loose to corrupt the minds of young children. The world will never be the same.

I'm going to be working, literally, as a Mad Scientist and Mad Science. It's a company that goes around to local schools and youth groups and teaches science to children... the fun way. I get to educate young minds! I get to use caustic chemicals! I get to run activities! I get to teach the children of freakin' KANSAS that SCIENCE is GOOD. It brings a tear to my eye. Really.

Here's the website for the company: MAD SCIENCE!
I get to be one of the scientists. They actually pay pretty well. Right now, it's part time, but they'll he hiring more full-timers soon, and they hire their full-timers from their part-timers. I think I'll be able to work my way up quickly. But mostly, I'm just excited that this is going to be the best freakin' job EVER.

In the meantime, I'm also tutoring math and science. I've got a couple of students, and seeing as I started tutoring about 14 years ago, I can charge $30 per hour, and people happily pay it (plus tips, sometimes) for my amount of experience and the quality of the teaching. (Apparently, I'm really good at this.) I'm tutoring this one young woman (college student) who was convinced by her teachers that she has a math/science learning disability. I'm very rapidly convincing her that it's NOT her... it was her teachers who didn't teach her well. She's getting the hang of it very quickly, and we've covered three chapters of physics and all the supporting math in a span of four hours. I'm very proud of her, and I'm determined that she's not just going to pass, but she's going to get a GOOD grade on this course.

Anyway, in other news, my mother is visiting me, and I'm about to go to a Kansas City Royals game (baseball) with her. This afternoon, after the game, I have job training. After job training, I have a softball practice. (Oh, did I mention? I'm coaching a softball team now!) And then, we're having a couple of fandom friends come over for wine and snacks.

Gotta go, loves!

Oh, and the cat-macro speak. Blame

furiosity.