Whew! It's been one of those days. I feel like Wile E. Coyote after firing off a truckload of ACME products at the Roadrunner.
This day has been a literal pain in the neck. Right side. Posterior. Okay, so I had the neck pain before the day actually got underway. I simply forgot. Because the ActiveOn I slathered on it before leaving home did a good job of keeping that neck pain at bay. Until 10:30. Then that bundle of muscles was stretched tighter than a novice picker's banjo strings. Tighter than Scrooge McDuck's purse strings. Tighter than a youngster's first-loose-tooth's doorknob-attached string. I tried to turn my head 90 degrees, and that ol' neck sinew twanged. I popped an acetaminophen at lunch, which helped for a couple of hours, but now the ache is back.
It must have something to do with my work day. Which was actually work today. I must multi-task every day, but this one was extraordinarily chock full of distractions. Late papers from the less-than-motivated, absentee makeup work, homebound work turned in for half the quarter, traveling office worker assignment sheets for today's absentees' work, future work for kids out the rest of the week for club activities, the creepy leaf-blower dude outside my window again, who gets right up there behind my desk to the extent that the kids turn and watch, like a staredown, until I spin around, with my sore neck, mind you, and he suddenly changes his path and acts like he was just routinely passing by.
Yeah. I'm glad this one is over. On the Even Steven side, two new ne'er-do-wells joined the ranks of the on-the-roster-but-never-seen club this week. One lasted all of two hours at the club, and was summarily dismissed.
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6 comments:
So, you HAVE a pain in your neck and you ARE (sometimes) a PITA?
Even with less work, it makes you wonder what in the world is going to happen to those kids - or to other people because the kids were left out and forgotten and brought up totally wrong. I have seen some weird family situations. It is amazing there are not more crazy things happening with so little parenting going on.
Sioux,
If you prefer to frame it in those terms, Madam, I suppose you are technically correct. The afflictions are also reversible.
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knancy,
Wait! Haven't you heard? Schools and the government are the new parents. The parents don't have to do anything except collect money for each kid.
I'm sure your memo simply wafted off your desk on an ill wind, got stuck on the bottom of some slacker's shoe, and fell off amongst the litter that would give a 1970s commercial Indian a single tear.
OMG! I get anal about grammar, punctuation, loud noises in my apartment complex, how politicians screw us, the government taxes us and the media play to our fears. Hand basket time is drawing near. God forbid I get near parents that do not parent and schools that look large and ugly enough to be prisons. I now understand why some people are ready to say good by to this world. Sometimes it is just too damn stupid.
That was one hell of a commercial. And it still holds true to this day (if not more).
Pain makes ant task seem to take twice as long. I know how you feel! A nice friend gave me a couple of Vicodin. I broke them in half to make 4 doses. I can't say that it makes the pain go away, but I sure don't seem to notice it as much!
Kathy,
They give me nightmares. Maybe a half would only make me feel a bit disgruntled.
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