...but especially crappy yesterday. I went into school yesterday. Do I want to go into school yet? No. It wasn't a good thing because, dear friends, it was awful. I had to get a "sub key" because it's too early to get a real key. I politely asked the secretary what my classroom number is, and to hell if she knows. Finally, and begrudgingly, she opened a notebook and told me 119. 119 is CRAP. And backwards, it's 911. That cannot be a good sign. It might as well be 666. There are tables everywhere, some of them turned over on their side. Speaking of over on their side, there are 3 HUGE flat files on their sides... too heavy to push over, but junk cascading onto the floor. Files that don't belong to me or the previous teacher, but to the teacher NEXT DOOR. Nothing is labeled, and everything is dirty. My mother-in-law taught me the word "catastrophizer." I'm trying my very best not to be one. But mostly I want to FREAK RIGHT OUT. In the midst of my anguish, one morsel of school-workings 101 came back to me... The custodians really rule the school. On Monday, I'm bringing in some home-made cookies and I'm not going for the "sub key". I'm going for the masters of all the keys.
In other news, I finished Harry Potter 6 yesterday. I laughed and cried and begged for more.
In other, other news, next Thursday night is our anniversary! Unemployed Ladies Club, I've earned no points with you so far, and it's not looking so good.