About my terrible, no good, very bad day?
You don't? Too bad, I'm ranting anyway. I know, I know, you can just mosey along. That's what makes blogging so nice, you can mosey and I can rant and we can all go home happy.
Okay, so here is how it starts.
I'm teaching the two poorer readers, everything is fine. They leave, and I go on a hunt for the better reader; oh where oh where can she be? Finally find her, and we back to the teeny tiny room we are using as a classroom; and...something is missing. Like my notebook with EVERYTHING in it; and I do mean everything for the class. Finally I find the secretary who finds it on the shelf where I suppose she cleared it away for some reason or other. It's English and so she doesn't know what it was.
Okay, so class begins, class ends, I pack up and leave, and get halfway down the road when I realize, I never checked to see if the book I was using to teach the first two girls how to read was actually IN THE NOTEBOOK! And guess what? It wasn't! And the book, ladies and gentlemen, is not mine. Not the schools. No, the book belongs to someone else who will be more than slightly put out if it is missing missing instead of missing we will find it soon don't worry. So I go back to the school.
No secretary. Door to the teeny tiny room is locked. I briefly consider putting shoulder to the door but I'm not that stupid. Check my bags, the notebook once more.
No book.
It's in there, I tell myself. It has to be.
Search, search, search.
Then get the mail. Penpal letters, bill, late notice. WHAT???
Shoot, call dh. How much do we owe? Too much, too much.
Argh...I think I have enough mula to cover it.
Don't worry. Don't worry? I'm too good at worrying not to worry.
Worry, worry, worry. Search, search, search.
Pick up the Monkey from school, return home.
Worry, search, worry, search.
What will I do if I can't find it by next Thursday????
Calm down, it has to be there on the shelf.
Worry, search, worry, search.
Dh calls, and I talk with him a bit, realize my "cartisia" is on the desk, decide to put it where it belongs which is in my teudot zahut (identity papers).
Guess what I can't find? That's right.
Dh had better have it in his things. I can't remember him returning it to me when he took it for some purpose or other but maybe that is just wishful thining.
Worry, search, search,worry, search, search.
It costs $100 shek to replace. $100 shek that we do not have. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Then I get a call from a friend.
"Could that be Caesar down by the garbage cans?"
"No, of course not, Caesar is right....."
(sigh)
Just not my day. Not my day at all.
Posted by Rachel Ann at January 20, 2005 08:15 PMThey say that stress releases certain chemicals that help ward off illnesses. So at least you've got your health, right?
Here's a toast to tomorrow fixing everything that was wrong with today. Opa!
Posted by: Jim at January 20, 2005 08:43 PMSo many things in one day; that means that it'll be fine. Of course I haven't found my digital timer fro two weeks, ever since I brought it back from my exercise class.
There's that special "Meir Baal Nes" thing to say. We used to keep it on the fridge door. If you don't have the text, put an SOS on your blog.
Shabbat Shalom and relax. No one has died, hevel hevelim.