I was woken this morning by a mild panic attack brought on by a strange confluence of unhelpful factors ruling my life.
Fact #1: I tend to have an average of 5 scheduled meetings per week.
Fact #2: Disaster (read: heavy snow) has fallen so often lately that I've been able to make an average of 1 meeting per week; of the rest, 2 are usually cancelled, 1 is missed due to miscommunication and the final meeting is thwarted by some personal emergency.
Fact #3: I have 3 presentations over the next 2 weeks.
Fact #4: I am completely unprepared for one presentation, almost completely unprepared for a second and pretty damn unprepared for the third. Guess which one happens first?
Fact #5: I'm really depressed this weekend. I hate education. I can't believe I ever wanted to be a teacher.
Fact #6: I hate & fear the idea of going back into the classroom.
Fact #7: If I have to call my parents one more time to hear a human voice I'm going to go crazy. Squeaky Fromme crazy.
Fact #8: I need to get back to work.
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3 years ago today: garbage woes
