August 14: The stray cat is back. I left food and water out again.
August 15: I took the neighbor’s trash can in. I think they were out of town for the weekend.
August 16: And wouldn’t you know the stray cat has a friend? An orange tabby who is just as skittish and skinny as the grey calico. Sigh. Left out water and food. God, I hope they they do not multiply like tribbles because I am not turning into the neighborhood crazy cat lady.
It was an absolute crappy day. I’d gone into work two days earlier than required and I’m glad I did because an email told me that I’d been assigned to teach two classes that I have never taught because I am not endorsed to teach them (Surprise!). I won’t go into details other than having a near panic attack, and the person I needed to talk to was off campus all day. Truly, I hate surprises, unless they involve getting money in the mail.
In addition, the library computer lab will be hosting classes all day long, all year long, so that I can no longer use it to teach library research skills. “
They find most of their information on Google anyway” to which I think, “Holy Fricking Facepalm”. I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to all university professors in advance. I really do try to teach my students research skill and how to do citations (both MLA and APA), but the powers-that-be and the budgets-that-are don’t always make it easy. I know I’m not the only school librarian in this situation.
Anyway, I treated myself with a trip to Pizza Hut. The woman at the counter made me laugh, and gave me a great new (to me) cocktail recipe (Colorado Bulldog: basically you add Coke to a White Russian).
On the receipt was a website to tell the company about my Pizza Hut “experience”. I gave her a good review.
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I tipped the girl at the drive through window. She looked so happy! I don’t think drive-through clerks get enough credit. It’s a crappy job, but this one made me smile.
This morning there was an email from the teacher who does yearbooks asking for donations to help pay for yearbooks for our students who are in really tough financial circumstances. Our school has well over a hundred homeless students and many, many others who are living in poverty. I was the second teacher at her door making a donation to her cause. Yearbooks mean a lot to kids.