What Day Is It????

I have gone through the last few days with a complete lack of understanding regarding the forward progression of time.  Monday, for reasons that utterly escape me but which may be related to my being at a training instead of at work, felt like a Friday.  Tuesday, in logical fashion, felt like Wednesday.  Today, I tried to show up for morning bus duty at school because it was obviously Thursday.  I'm assuming that tomorrow I will simply stay in bed because it will be Sunday.  It is not like the week is not following any sort of sequence for me whatsoever.

I'm a delight to be around right now, so very put together and organized.  Just ask my Less-Than-Cheerful Teaching Assistants.  They are spending more time reminding me of where I need to be than is good for any human being and this is probably contributing to their dour demeanors.  Fortunately, I do seem to have a grip on the schedule in some respects because I am about to do the Wednesday Night Bullet Post. 

If it is not Wednesday, please don't tell me.  Just let me live in my happy little bubble for a bit, 'kay?  I don't want to know the truth.

Here's your I-Think-This-Is-What-I'm-Supposed-To-Be-Doing-Right-Now Bullets:

*I think I have covered the whole issue with the days of the week thing pretty well.  I'll just let that one go.

*The principal made it through the afternoon announcements today without incident and without the mention of boobies.  I think we are on the road to recovery and that the school will find its way back to normal.

*Unless we, the teaching staff, continue to bring it up at random intervals.  It was a slow day.  We didn't have anything else to talk about...

*The Stupid Hat continues to decrease towards the crown at a very lopsided rate.  I stopped caring about six rounds ago.  

*I'll block it and then give it to one of my Less-Than-Cheerful-Teaching-Assistants for Christmas.  It will go with either of their lopsided, grouchy faces quite nicely.

*I miss my Cheerful Teaching Assistant Who They Took Away From Me And Sent To The High School.  I miss her more every day.  Not only was she cheerful, but she hardly ever argued with me and she liked to knit.  

*This new batch is not so much with the agreeing and compatible hobbies.

*Still working on getting the CTA back.  It's not going well...

*Yesterday I received an email from Mr. A. Dorable, the trainer for the client safety program with whom I am working in order to recertify and be able to teach the rest of the staff.  

*I was giddy because he is A. Dorable.

*I have to take another half day of classes because the district didn't give me enough teaching time last year and I didn't really qualify for the new certificate.  He sent me a list of my homework assignments and a request that I pass on said list to one of the other unfortunates who must continue taking this class but whose email is not working.

*I agreed to do so.  

*But only if he reduced my homework.  

*I pointed out that I was taking valuable time away from the children to forward this email.  Like ten whole seconds of teaching time.  It seemed only fair that he take something off this gi-normous list of stuff I have to study and then demonstrate for his approval.

*Gi-freakin'-normous list!!!!!!!

*He said he would give me a ten minute break during class as a reward for my extra efforts.

*The wedding is off.  Make a note on your calendars.  

*You can still send me toasters and blenders and stuff, though.  I hate to think that you went to all the trouble of going through the bridal registry for nothing...

*Ten minute break....hrrumph!

*Seriously.  You should see this list of stuff I have to do.  It's ridiculous.  More so given that I didn't want to be a trainer for the district this year in the first place.

*And that I can't knit during the class.

*I ate ice cream for dinner tonight.  Hat not working out, staff not being cheerful, Mr. A. Dorable The Trainer-Dude not willing to negotiate...

*Not to mention my difficulty with figuring out what day it is...

*Ice cream seemed appropriate under the circumstances.

On the up side, I should be rather pleasantly surprised to see the tail end of this week.  By Friday, I'll probably be thinking it is Monday again and the weekend will seem like such a nice surprise!  Meanwhile, I'll just sit here letting all that ice cream go to my hips and wondering why the television schedule doesn't seem to reflect the Thursday line-up.

Happy mid-week!

SA