I am so frustrated. Today, I loathe and love my job all at the same time. Some of my colleagues just rise to the challenge and when I’m on the ledge, they just are awesome. I spent the majority of my prep with Brad, another English teacher, and it was one of those days where I walked into his room and burst into tears. It wasn’t even kids that pushed me over the edge. It was stupid, pedantic crap in my department. It’s the kind of stuff that makes me very, very glad it’s late May and not October or I’d have someone’s heart on a stake. Raw and still pulsating. Very Temple of Doom. You get the idea. I’m not a crier at work. I despise women who are faucets at work, crying over every little dilemma that comes up. But today? Today was enough to just push me over the edge.
I haven’t been sleeping well since I hurt my back last weekend. We’ve been rotating between who sleeps in the guest room and who gets the good bed. Even on the weekend, I didn’t feel like I had a great night’s rest. Turning over was painful until last night but then, I had twitchy legs (which Rob calls my happy feet) and could not fall asleep. It was after midnight before I could even lay down and not have the overwhelming urge to turn over or twitch. Add my lack of sleep to inane work crap, wedding/family stress, with a dash of smart mouthed freshmen and it will all total a very tightly wound me. I’m a lot of fun to live with right now. I’m not a lot of fun to be around, period.
Is it Friday yet?