Goat scaped

The baseball team won big on Friday, and it was a much needed comeback from a very tough week for the team (and for me). The week has been one of the worst of my professional career, and the shit - which seemed to be dying down on Thursday - is defiantly back in the fan as of Friday afternoon. I'm dreading Monday in some ways, but also am hopeful that it will be an end to the limbo that I'm feeling now. I'm feeling let down and fucked over, but am hopeful that talking to the source on Monday will ease my mind and make things better. I'm not sure what the source of that hope is, other than optimism that what is true and good will win out in the end. However, I'd be lying if I said I didn't spend a considerable amount of time today on the Chicago City Public Schools website, looking at requirements for hiring and thinking about filling out an online application. The thing is, I don't want to leave, and will not be leaving quietly, if that's what occurs. I've done nothing wrong, which is what I said to one supervisor on Friday and will reiterate over and over again on Monday. Being scapegoated sucks, if indeed that's what's happening. And it seems like it.

Grades are due at 9am on Monday. I've got some grading done today - not enough - and have to go to work at 5pm tonight and again at 9am tomorrow. Someone is on vacation at the restaurant so my normal schedule of one day a weekend is two this weekend. To top it all off, I've had diarrhea all day, and that surely won't help the tips tonight.