Even though I'm feeling really overwhelmed right now, to the point where I'm getting angry and resentful for the smallest things, I'm still not too overwhelmed to be really looking forward to that new Spike Lee, Denzel Washington, and Jodie Foster movie. Woah. That sure looks good.
By the way, I don't want to scare anyone with the "angry and resentful" comment. It just means that right now, I'm working so hard, and doing good work, that I just can't tolerate any sort of incompetence or laziness in those around me. This means that when Barnes and Noble didn't have my book shipment in, I was rude to the people on the phone. This means that when my supervisor asked me what I needed today, I told her, "A classroom. You know, like you've been promising me since September" with only a slight laugh to let her know that I was (not) joking. (Floating between classrooms gets worse and worse, by the way. I am so pissed off about it, every moment of every day, which each squeaky wheel of my cart.) This means that when I found a pitching machine in the basement in a box, a donation from the Ripken Foundation that no one bothered to tell me about, I made no attempt to hide my shock or outrage with those who put it down there last year. This means that when North Avenue decides to give all English teachers a benchmark, something I'm supportive of and try to provide scaffolding for at other times in the year, this time I'm just beyond pissed about it, because I have a meticulously planned Romeo and Juliet unit and now I have to take a break from Act I, Scene 4 to give a test that has absolutely nothing to do with my current unit. They should give us the quarter to do it, whenever it works for our units - not give us two days to complete them in. Grrrrr.
In short, don't mess with me right now. Especially on a Monday. Especially on First Game Eve. Especially the week grades close.
Wow, do I ever need to get laid.
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I can't help you with the getting laid part, since my sex life is mostly hypothetical.
But the rest of it sounds like typical BCPSS nonsense. If I had to guess, someone at Pinderhughes Palace made this decision weeks ago and the word, with the attached deadline, took that long to filter down so at this point instead of "Hey, can you work this in sometime soon?" it becomes "NOW, DAMMIT! NOW!"
Feckin' buncha headless chickens.
But now I offer you an amusing pitching machine story:
When I was in high school they invested in a pitching machine for the team. The only problem was, it was a good couple of hundred yards to the nearest outlet. So the custodians strung together a few long extension cords from the building to the ballfield. Nobody counted on the electrical current having difficulty traveling that far without a transformer. The pitches didn't even reach home plate. I don't think they reached the grass at the edge of the mound.
Claude:
I had no idea that pitching machines do that. Thanks for the tip. I think someone has a generator we'll be able to use.
Damn, you sound a lot like me lately ... frustrated beyond all belief at everybody and everything!
I need to get laid, too, but we can't help each other out on that one because of distance and stuff.
Good luck!
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