Going back to work was hard. I get up in the darkest of darkness and stagger out of the manse into the same darkness. I drive in the darkness. For a chunk of the school year, I arrive at my workplace in darkness. And now that winter is upon us, it is a cold darkness.
I am a good person. I don't litter or make fun of puppies, not even the really goofy looking ones. I understand that I am but one story in a million and that I don't deserve showers of chocolate kisses every time I manage to make it to school on time in the darkness. I live a simple life. Sometimes I'm ahead of the game. Sometimes less so.
I smile my way through my school district's budget crunch and the resulting salary freeze. I accept that the negotiation process is not the sort of thing that can be rushed and that someday we might see a pay raise. Some months are better than others, but mostly I get by on the "less" that I've been handed this year. I know that it isn't personal, me having to drive in the darkness for a smaller salary. It's just the way it is. Even if it's less.
However, there has to be line drawn somewhere. I'm willing to tolerate a great deal. The darkness. The cold. The dwindling paychecks and the fact that I'm not on vacation anymore. But a cup of coffee that doesn't stay hot for the entire commute? That is an insult that cannot, nay shall not, be borne!
|I shall have a big, fat, chunky mug cozy, by God!!!|
Granted, it took 30 precious minutes away from my weekend (which is less than a vacation...), but it was worth it. My coffee will be snuggled within its little jacket and perhaps even stay warm for an extra fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes is also less than a vacation. It is less than a weekend, even. But it is an eternity to a tired, cranky teacher driving 45 minutes in the cold darkness to a working destination.
Now if I could come up with a pattern for a Weekend Cozy. Maybe I could make that last longer. Or at least feel like it wasn't less...