I am 48 hours away from getting to really, truly go on vacation, but first, the world has to fall apart through a million little incidents.
- I pulled my tricep putting on my bathing suit. There is nothing more humiliating than that.
- The dog jumped up while I was bent over and the top of her head hit the bottom of my nose. Yes, I think it’s broken.
- I had to be in to work 1/2 hour earlier than expected, just after said nose incident.
- An hour into a training session, I was asked to move my car, which was parked in a “No Parking” zone which isn’t normally a no parking zone, but is, in fact, faculty parking. The camp counselor seemed very put out.
- While the training session eventually became very informative, I almost had to sit through an explanation of bread crumbs. I wanted to shout, “Hello? I’ve created web sites with bread crumbs!” Instead, I politely said that I understood the concept and could we move on.
- Later, when asked whether we wanted to take a break, someone asked how much more there was to cover and could we be done with this part (the only part pertinent to me) by lunch. Oh no.
- I insisted I needed to get home and manage my kids. The session was sped up.
- When I got home, the air conditioning did not seem to be working. It’s supposed to be 95 today, 98 tomorrow and 101 the next day.
Can I just say that I’m ready for a beach and a pina colada?