One of the really, really fun things for the blog readers is that, when I go back to school in the fall, they get to constantly hear about my Day Confusion. You'd think I'd eventually get back in the swing of things, but I never seem to. From now until June (or retirement) you will all be able to live a day in my life with each post. And you won't have a clue what day that might be.
Except for Wednesdays. Those I generally get right. The Wednesday Night Bullet Post is always a good anchor for me. Let's sit back and enjoy tonight's dose of the random!
*I'm kidding. I had no clue it was really Wednesday for most of the day.
*Cut me some slack. Monday was a holiday and we also had Friday off. Today could be Gluffensporkday for all I know...
*It was the third day of school for the kids.
*And my staff and I have already had a moment where all we could say was, "Oh my God, they are annoying!!!!"
*I know that sounds harsh, but you had to be there. There was burping involved at one point.
*Spunky Girl was feeling particularly spunky and wanted to express herself through the timeless art of the belch.
*I am no longer knitting the Situationally Necessary Octagonal Thingie. (SNOT)
*I have swapped it out for the Situationally Necessary Octagonal Replacement Thingie (SNORT)
*Sometimes you just have to accept that you have no intention of ever picking up all those stitches sitting on waste yarn. Even if you really want to be the kind of person who does that.
*The Very Complicated Kitty took his meds this morning without batting a whisker.
*We switched pharmacies so now his pills are blue instead of pink.
*He doesn't seem to care one way or the other. As long as they are smooshed up in a nice gloppy cat food meatball, it's all the same to him.
*Still reeling from the fact that his medications qualify for the store's reward program while mine do not.
*He's probably going to get email now too since we had to put his name of the sign up form.
*The school nurse thought this was the funniest story she'd heard since ten seconds earlier when I prefaced the tale with the fact that I have a cat on anti-anxiety medication.
*As did Mrs. Secretary Who Sits At The Back Desk.
*She used to be Mrs. Secretary Who Sits At The Front Desk, but the other MSWSATBD got a new job last year.
*Now Mrs. Secretary Who Sits At The Front Desk is Mrs. Secretary Who Sits At The Back Desk.
*We mourn the loss because we loved MSWSATBD, but we also love MSWSATFD so it all worked out when she changed her title.
*Mrs. Amazing Permanent Substitute Teacher For Our Building is now MSWSATFD. It took two people to take her old job because she is amazing.
*I haven't made up names for them yet because I am still adjusting to all the changes in the front office and I don't have time to deal with multiple shocks to my system.
*One thing at a time...
*I am still trying to figure out why I decided to re-read Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell right before the start of school. This isn't just a book. It is a veritable tome!
*If you listen carefully, you can still hear some of the editors and bookish bigwigs crying out in pain at its all being between two covers.
*"It's a series!" they cried in anguish. "This could go on for decades if we just do some cutting!!!"
*Long book. Amazing, wonderful and very long book.
*I love this book and don't know why I haven't picked it up in a while.
*Probably couldn't lift it. Or finish it before summer vacation ended.
*That's OK. It gives me something else to think about besides burping students and shuffling secretaries.
*During my ungodly early morning commute (and the weary afternoon version), I am listening to From Dead to Worse (Original MM Art) (Sookie Stackhouse/True Blood).
*Not a tome. But still a fun listen. I like the reader.
Now, however, it is time to leave you. All thoughts of reading, office staff and burping must be set aside in favor of figuring out what the heck I am going to wear tomorrow. Now that I am fully back in Teacher Mode, I should probably come up with something besides sweats and t-shirts. I am a professional who needs clean jeans and maybe a top without salsa stains. That takes some time to put together since nothing resembling it is near the summit of the clothing pile.
This routine is probably going to be the death of me...
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