things i hate right now, addendum
so not only does waking up early suck, not getting to go to bed sucks too. i have 70 kids showing up tomorrow and nary a thing to wear. please don't make a joke about how i can just teach naked. i am overtired, freaked out, and can't figure out which copy code to use at which time. my big plans to get to a dry cleaner were shot to shit by the reality of a new job, new apartment, new city, etc.
thus:
i hate the guys across the street for using our alley as a de facto garage for them and all their friends. must we drill till 10 pm?
i hate the 72 west bound bus. must we never, ever come so that when we do arrive we are filled to capacity? must we make me late to everything after school, always and forever?
i hate my lower back and shoulders. must we hurt and ache when stressed so that walking, oh i don't know, normally is difficult and bending over becomes a task?
i hate the giant box from my sofa wedged in my hallway. must we be difficult to get to the dumpster and thus soul destroying in our ability to make me feel like i can't quite finish anything?
i hate the animal trapped in the dumpster this morning. must we scamper about making me yelp as the cute neighbor walks by AND make any disposal of the aforementioned box impossible?
i hate my travel coffee mug for leaking on everything in my bag. must we destroy the check in the envelope already stamped to go out as well as all the papers i brought home as well as making me stink like a folger's salesman?
i do, however, like teaching. it makes me a cranky cow sometimes, but it's the best.
the drilling is stopped. i am off to bed.
tomorrow is my first day of school. i hate the first day of school.
thus:
i hate the guys across the street for using our alley as a de facto garage for them and all their friends. must we drill till 10 pm?
i hate the 72 west bound bus. must we never, ever come so that when we do arrive we are filled to capacity? must we make me late to everything after school, always and forever?
i hate my lower back and shoulders. must we hurt and ache when stressed so that walking, oh i don't know, normally is difficult and bending over becomes a task?
i hate the giant box from my sofa wedged in my hallway. must we be difficult to get to the dumpster and thus soul destroying in our ability to make me feel like i can't quite finish anything?
i hate the animal trapped in the dumpster this morning. must we scamper about making me yelp as the cute neighbor walks by AND make any disposal of the aforementioned box impossible?
i hate my travel coffee mug for leaking on everything in my bag. must we destroy the check in the envelope already stamped to go out as well as all the papers i brought home as well as making me stink like a folger's salesman?
i do, however, like teaching. it makes me a cranky cow sometimes, but it's the best.
the drilling is stopped. i am off to bed.
tomorrow is my first day of school. i hate the first day of school.


2 Comments:
happy first day of school jules. only three and a half months until winter break!
that was me.
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