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[moominmolly]

Just had a long talk with coworker Sarge. Sarge is sort of a village elder and kindred spirit -- as much as a middle-aged staunch Republican ex-Marine smoker can be my kindred spirit. He basically told me to follow my heart, that every job has its frustrations but at the end of the day those have to be outweighed by the satisfaction of doing something Good. Said he'd be sad to see me go because I'm "rare", but sadder to see me stay and not enjoy it. Told me to send him a picture of my first class if I do become a teacher.

I told my mom I wanted to be a teacher about a month before she died -- she thought it was the best idea she'd ever heard. Sarge said he could see it in me. I haven't really been able to revisit the idea until fairly recently; I like it.

K says that going to Amsterdam isn't a good cookie, that if I really want to go I should just quit and blow some money on spending a week's vacation in Amsterdam. K knows me.

Strangely contemplative day, acutely atmospheric. The rain spattering off the roof of my grey car was perfect.