Copy Machine Whisperer Extraordinaire!
Yesterday morning was bananas. We got up at 0430 because Rob had an early flight. About 30 minutes after he left (meaning he was probably already past security at the airport) I realized he still had my ID's in his wallet. I had put them in there on Saturday when we went to a beach party because I did not want to carry my purse. I did not panic. I called him, and started driving to the airport. I was about 5 minutes from our house when he called back and said: bring the other set of Saturn keys, and I'll run back out to the car and leave your IDs in there. Duh. I should have thought of that before I left the house! I turned back around, picked up the other set of keys, got stuck behind the trash truck (people park in the streets too much, and I could not get around the truck), and made my way to the airport in the driving rain. No one was around so I felt less suspicious about parking, unlocking another car, taking something out of it, locking it again, and driving away. I made my way back up to DMS to volunteer, a full hour later than usual. I felt bad, especially when there were no other volunteers there. Teachers rarely leave me things to copy they need that day, so it was no big deal, really. I just hate being late, which I almost never am. I fixed both the copiers in about 2 seconds, despite protests of "they've been acting funny since Friday". All I did was pull out all the jammed up paper. I do this for other (always older, technophobic) teachers on a near daily basis.
When I got home, I felt like I'd already run a marathon or something. I was super tired. I had treated myself to Starbucks (I go 1x/month) on the way home, but even that extra dose of caffeine did little to my energy level. I bummed around the house for a little while, and talked about teaching related stuff with my friend Emily. She lost her teaching job this year due to cutbacks (last hired first fired; common problem for military spouses) and is probably moving in April (just not sure what state yet) so is in a weird state of job-related flux. I watched a little tv, finished the chores I didn't get to on Sunday, and then our friends invited me over for dinner. I came over a little early to spend time with the kid (18 months) and chat with the wife (Jamie) before dinner. We get along really well, and do something together at least one every two weeks. This weekend, I think the boys are going diving together.
It was a typical day of volunteering this morning, nothing special. I have a few hours at home, then I go to the gym before bowling league. Hopefully I can stay awake.
When I got home, I felt like I'd already run a marathon or something. I was super tired. I had treated myself to Starbucks (I go 1x/month) on the way home, but even that extra dose of caffeine did little to my energy level. I bummed around the house for a little while, and talked about teaching related stuff with my friend Emily. She lost her teaching job this year due to cutbacks (last hired first fired; common problem for military spouses) and is probably moving in April (just not sure what state yet) so is in a weird state of job-related flux. I watched a little tv, finished the chores I didn't get to on Sunday, and then our friends invited me over for dinner. I came over a little early to spend time with the kid (18 months) and chat with the wife (Jamie) before dinner. We get along really well, and do something together at least one every two weeks. This weekend, I think the boys are going diving together.
It was a typical day of volunteering this morning, nothing special. I have a few hours at home, then I go to the gym before bowling league. Hopefully I can stay awake.