It's not that I have nothing to do. Today was mad. I woke up sleepy, like always, though I got up at eight-ish. Took Lola out to do her business. Drank my coffee and watched Lola eat. Jumped in the shower and dressed casually for "Spirit Friday".
Have I mentioned Spirit Friday? Every school I've worked at, which is adding up to be a lot, lets teachers where jeans on Fridays, as long as they wear a school T-shirt. I don't really care so much about the jeans, as much as the T-shirt. No ironing, not that I do that anymore. I have spirit shirts from everywhere; I've thrown some of them away and the rest I use for jogging. I have a new one now that I wear each and every Friday. Yes, all of them. All those Fridays. I will wear that pinche shirt for thirty-eight weeks. Don't question me. I've done it before.
I saw my first paycheck. I nearly fell out. I made more waiting tables in college. I am half-time. But I am still at the school all the time, all most full-time. There is just a lot to be done. But I have to curb it. Lola is going to doggie daycare or staying in her crate for hours, which I can't handle. I work half time. Twenty hours a week. Or so they say.
So, my day, today. I didn't take Lola for her two mile walk. She wanted to, but I didn't feel like it. I watched her while I got ready for work. I felt bad. "Doggie day care" I thought, "I will take you there today". A consolation prize for not getting her long walk.
Doggie day care is expensive and I am making pretty frightening money these days. I watched Lola. Finally, I decided that if she went voluntarily into her crate, with the incentive of a giant cow ear chew thing, I would leave her there. If not, I would take her to doggie day care.
She went in.
The big train that crosses the road that I drive on to work was passing by. I remember that train. I used to ride my bike down the same road to work thirteen years ago and it used to make me late. I sat. Then I drove all the way around the pinche thing until I got to work. Running, copies not made, sign-in not done, to my class. My crappy fucking apathetic class.
I had planning after that and all that I did was run around making copies and connecting with folks about asshole students that think it's too much to ask to sit in a fucking desk and to shut up when I try to teach. Then I taught another class.
Some kids came at me a bit. I don't know why. Maybe because its the third week of school and they're testing the situation. Great. I spent an hour after school chasing down counselors and calling parents.
My dog was in her crate for six and a half hours. For peanuts. For the peanuts that I make. As I opened the crate and ran with Lola toward the door I watched the wagging, whipping tail of my dog. We bolted outside and as I hugged her and kissed her I realized again that it was Friday.
Definitely the best day of the week.
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