Wednesday, September 24, 2008

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


15 comments:

Mel said...

Maybe we could suggest that he flirt heavily with you during the ten minute break and praise your knitting talents. Would that help?

Donna Lee said...

Funny, I would have sworn it was Thursday all day today. I am going to be sorely disappointed if tomorrow isn't Friday.

kmkat said...

I have no idea what day it is, either. That's okay. I think I'll just have Smokey bring me some ice cream. btw, he keeps repeating your comment on my blog about how I have more fun with a broken hoof than you do normally. While I do not necessarily believe that, it sure tickled his funny bone.

trek said...

These past couple a days I've been wishing for the ice cream instead of lunch. Hasn't happened, yet, though. Somewhere in the depths of my psyche is the need to act like a grown up responsible human on days when I have to teach the less-than-responsible-legally-adult-but-still-really-adolescent humans. Did I neglect to mention that at least 25% of them couldn't put their names on the homework assignments where I told them to put it - even though I told them in a loud and stern voice, WRITE THIS DOWN?

PS - My word verification is hoybmla. Obviously that stands for Be Happy: Have Super Premium Quality Ice Cream for Dinner and Let the Miserable Lameness of the Workday Be Forgotten

Kath said...

I usually mark days of the week by tourist traffic and Tuesday & Wednesdays are cruise ship days. Great big whompin' ship the size of the entire freaking town sitting in the harbor is hard not to notice! But once in a while they send a cruise ship on a Thursday or even more stupid, a Saturday. They say it's "repositioning" or some other such nonsense, but I know they do it just to mess with me.

Beth said...

Whew, that was a close call. I thought you were going to skip the bullets!

Julie said...

So, do you still want the fine china?

Karen said...

Ice cream for dinner sounds fabulous. Maybe it should be a weekly thing.

Anne said...

I'm with you, Sheepie. This whole week has felt like an entire month.

sophanne said...

So, SA. I was reading your blog last night and was a little puzzled by your confusion as to the day of the week. At about 7:30 last night I asked Mr. Sophanne if the Office was on- and then whined "THEY SAID IT WOULD BE!" I also was extremely confused by the fact that they would put America's Got Talent on Thursday night. It was only this morning I realized I was confused about the days as well. Happy Saturday!

Mia said...

I hear tell Friday is comin' soon.

Cursing Mama said...

I wouldn't give up on the nupitals yet...it really hinges on what it is you do during that 10 minute break with Mr. A.Dorable.

Jeanne said...

Just as I was about to go giddy at the news of Mr. A. Dorable, I saw the bit about the ten minute break. My condolences.

On the upside, it is indeed Thursday finally, and life is good. Ice cream always helps. ;-)

Knitting Linguist said...

I'm sorry to hear about the wedding -- and the meeting knitting! Good luck with that days of the week thing (and please please tell me that tomorrow really is Friday?).

Yarnhog said...

I'm guessing the NSCTAs don't read your blog. Best keep it that way.