Sure, I’m late. I took the Lloyd.
The sticker might be old, but it sure is accurate.
Things just aren’t going my way. You’ll remember that I had actually scheduled today to be a lazy, hang out around the house in my jammies kind of day. Yeah, that so didn’t happen. Instead, I’m sitting here in my office eating a nasty veggie pizza from one of the only places open on campus, looking at my to-do list for the next two weeks, and gritting my teeth in anguish. My already crowded to-do list just got blindsided by a new campus initiative — one that is needed, I’ll admit, but just so poorly timed that I want to cry because I’ll have to cram two semesters’ worth of work into one because I’ll be on sabbatical in the spring.
In order to fit all this new stuff onto my calendar, I came to the office to finish writing syllabi (two down, one to go) and to meet with a new minor. But before I even got here, my day started acting like it was possessed by the spirit of Friday the 13th. No clean towels. Clancy accident on the floor. Favorite bra in the dirty clothes. No shaving cream.
And then, of course, I stepped in cat barf.
Thanks to the endless construction on the Lloyd and the fact that I couldn’t get Clancy out from under the bed or Birdie in from the backyard — damned stubborn Jack Russells, anyhow — I ended up being late for the meeting with my student.
And now this nasty pizza. Seriously? Learn to make crust, would you?
You’ll have to excuse me if I’m a little cranky. Yesterday when I learned about the demise of my fall free time, I went home and curled up in a ball on my bed while watching three hours of 80’s sitcoms. I used to be a happy pessimist (so says The Coach), but these days I’m starting to feel like a curmudgeon.
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