The Blogging Elite

Since I began my blogging journey I've found that there is this hierarchy of bloggers. I call them "The Blogging Elite." These bloggers are profound in every aspect. Aesthetically their blogs are pleasing to look at. The content is meaningful and thought provoking. These blogs are constant with new updates almost daily. The writing is superb and at times I feel inadequate as a new blogger. Am I jealous? I think so!

The one common aspect of most of the blogging elite is that they have been blogging for years and none of them use the common layouts that is offered by blog spot. Is there a blog designer or are they all artistically superior as well? I want to know! How can I change the appearance of my blog? In addition, they all know each other and follow the same blogs of elite quality.

How does a little old School Bus Driver like me become a part of this blogging elite? How do I get people to read my blog when I don't fit onto the "list".

All this jealousy started this morning when I was reading a post by a well known elite who posted a list of his favorite blogs and broke them up into categories of how badly he needs them in his life. I am one of only maybe 30 followers to his newest blog and I doubt he has even read my blog so how would he even know if mine is deserving of his approval.

My final words are THANK YOU to my one follower who is on MY LIST of blogging elite and please keep reading my blog and offering any critique you feel necessary!

Humble thyself...

So that's what I did to get what I wanted from my boss. Some may call it ass kissing, brown nosing, etc. But sometimes I have these realizations that being a bitch doesn't get me anywhere except in trouble. I went from VP of the Support Staff Union to professional ass kisser so I could get my boss to tack on an extra 15 minutes to my route everyday. And the winner is... me! Today she decided I was worth it, maybe because I begged for the extra time and now I can continue to provide Health Insurance for my family. Yeah me!

I have to wonder why my crazy boss decides to get a pair of balls and stand up to her superiors. We all know that the time is taken off our runs so the school administration can cut our insurance. But she has the final say on how long it takes to transport our school children safely to school. So I let her know how important her job is and that I need her help and I will do almost anything to get the extra time to provide health insurance for my family. I'm finally learning how to work this lady. She just needs to know that she has power over me and that her decision to help is greatly appreciated and that I am deeply indebted to her and I promise to do my best everyday. Seems easy enough.

Tomorrow... bus washing. I have to make my bus big yellow bus nice and shiny for the Friday Night Varsity Football trip against our biggest rival. Go Tigers!