Oh, I'm just about done now. If I've ever complained to you about not knowing what day it is, then I apologize. I had no idea. This is Weekday Confusion. If I had a nickel for every time I screwed up where I was supposed to be today or what I needed to accomplish I could afford a guy to just follow me around and smack me on the head periodically.
I'd probably have to invest a lot of time introducing this guy and explaining why calling the authorities is unnecessary, but I'd still consider it money well spent.
It's going to be an abbreviated Wednesday Night Bullet Post tonight, I fear. I seem to have left a number of things to the last minute and now find myself in something of a pinch time-wise. I really do need that head-smackin' guy...
*What was it I was going to mention? There was something. Something kind of important going on...
*Oh yeah. I remember!
*Giant freakin' hurricane!!!
*Now, to be clear: We here in Maine did not experience Sandy's full fury. What we got was kind of like a tiny, ladylike burp following her otherwise hearty meal.
*I am not going to even try and compare what happened here to what others further south went through.
*But it was enough to close school early on Monday and keep us home again on Tuesday.
*The power is still out in several areas and one of the towns that make up our district had to keep the kiddies home for an extra day on top of that.
*I, of course, was fully prepared for whatever came my way because that is sort of what I do.
*I fretted over it for days. I counted batteries. I tallied canned food. I located every single candle in the manse and placed them around strategically lest the lights go out and I not be in a position to provide illumination.
*My power never so much as flickered. I was a tiny pinpoint of light in an otherwise darkened state.
*I was awake all night waiting for the lights to go out.
*Had school not been cancelled, I probably would have had to call in crazy.
*I also needed the day off because it took, like, ten hours to put away all my unneeded disaster supplies.
*I would evacuate if I was told to. I might be grumpy about it, but I'd go eventually because that is the sensible thing to do.
*But I don't like being places that aren't my own.
*I further don't like being around lots of people because they will probably be touching everything and wanting to talk to me about stuff while I'm busy worrying about them maybe touching my food.
*I would be a lot of fun at the shelter...
*I have to get some training in Autism Spectrum Disorders.
*Mostly because I haven't had any in a while and that is kind of becoming my job now.
*I was told not to worry about that becoming my new job because I would get some updated training, something beyond the basic stuff I've already done.
*What I was not told was that this "training" would involve getting in a car that isn't mine and riding in it for three hours so I could check into a hotel with my roomie.
*Hotels are places where everyone there is "People." "Other People." "People Who, By The Very Nature Of Our Forced Cohabitation Will Be In My Space."
*Also not mentioned was the fact that this training would occur not once, not twice, but three times during this school year.
*In addition to the four to five required on-site meetings that will be held by our team of professionals in district.
*There was mention of graduate credit which I don't really need and will probably have to pay for.
*And did I mention the people? Or the hotel with beds that other people have slept in?
*I have to leave the house at 5:15 tomorrow. So I can get in the car that isn't my own and travel for three hours ...well, you know how it goes by now.
*I'd rather have the hurricane. It was rather soothing by comparison.
*I have to pack tonight because I didn't get anything done earlier.
*Which isn't my fault because I was in denial about going and then there was this whole hurricane thing which led to school cancellations and my not knowing what day it is.
*Best Conversation Of The Week:
(Sheepie is getting ready to leave for the day, but stops in the office to speak with Mr. Principal and Mr. Assistant Principal. She wants to follow up on the two emails and request for a substitute teacher that outlined in excruciating detail her upcoming absence. Mr. Principal seems on board and ready to offer whatever assistance the classroom might need in Ms. Sheep's stead. Now it is Mr. Assistant Principal's turn.)
Ms. Sheep: ...so that should cover it. If you have any questions, just refer to the emails and sub request and you'll be fine. You can reach me at the conference, but it probably won't do you much good. By the time I get back here, you'll have forgotten why you called in the first place.
Mr. Assistant Principal: Er...what? Oh, yes. Thank you, Ms. Sheep. You've certainly been most thorough.
MS: And with that, I guess it's good bye. I have to go get ready to get up at an ungodly hour and get into a car that isn't my own so I can share a room with someone who might not understand why I'm wrapping myself in sheets of plastic.
MAP: OK. Good luck with that.
MS: (walks down the hall towards the door, calling over her shoulder) I'll see you on Monday!
MAP: Yup, see you...wait. WHAT???
*No. I'm not making that up. You'd think I am, but I'm not.
*I have some reading material for my trip. I used some up during the dire hours where Sandy didn't really take up as much of my time as I thought she might, but there was some left.
*I finished Wyrd Sisters.
*And now I'm reading Pyramids (Discworld Book 7).
*Truly, I am as dedicated as a person can be to getting through that Discworld series in some semblance of order.
*But I'm not rereading anything. That just seems crazy given the number of books I have to get through. I'm just catching up with the new ones.
*Also picked up a copy of Mister B. Gone, but that isn't a library book so I'm saving it.
*There's some audiobooks I'd like to mention, but I just realized that my short post isn't exactly that. And I still have to pack stuff.
*Because I didn't do it before and can't seem to get a handle on how little time I have left...
I'm a mess. But I managed to grab some packages of candy while I was stocking up on cat food and trying to find an automatic dispenser that was within my budget. I'll be fine. Just a few more Snickers and I'm sure it will all come together.
I should probably pack some candy, now that I think of it. I might need them to bribe my roommate into not telling everyone about the plastic wrap...
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