Me and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day


Yesterday was a celebration of bizarreness that could only be described as a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. It was/is a full moon. In the annals of no goodness I’ve had worse. It wasn’t the worst for me but some of it got on me. You all know what I mean. Chaos and angst and pettiness and swearing and chicken soup! I made the chicken soup for the whole school and it was pretty good.

The day started with me being able to see the big full moon setting in the west and experiencing a spectacular sunrise and nothing but sun on the way to work. At work I even got my Commonwealth Games(’94) water glass back.  I don’t know where it came from but it was back.  So I wrote my name on it in Sharpie.  Maybe that was what started it? No cook…he was sick. Students didn’t want to cook for the students because they didn’t want to take complaints that students always make.  So, I said, “I’ll see what I can do.” I made chicken soup …and foccacia buns.  The buns are donated by Breadstuffs Bakery and were in the freezer so I heated them in the oven and the whole upstairs smelled like fresh-baked bread. MMMMMM… I know it made me cranky but I was making a straight-faced effort not to show it. I checked on students and helped a couple who just needed questions answered. In the mornings I support English and Math. I said “Hi.” to everyone and thought I was good and bouncing.

At noon I served up the soup and most were appreciative and thanks abounded.  My goodness went into the soup and the kitchen was a happy place. I was hoping for help but.oh well, soup is easy to serve. I thought I should (Yes, that’s it, I shoulded on my self!) take a bit of lunch break. Students began making demands of me and I needed to help someone get an assignment done due at 1pm and someone else needed an email so I set that up and at 1 Family Studies started. The accusations started. I wasn’t paying attention to them, I was being too pickey, why couldn’t I get them on-line and the internet wasn’t working, why couldn’t I fix it???? And in the middle of class a gentleman came in and asked me if I was busy.  Busy?? I was going insane. Swear words had just erupted and I was told I was hard on the students and didn’t I know it was too hard to have a half page journal written on paper done over the whole weekend. Sigh. I told the man waiting for me I would help him on my break and went back to the class. It went on. I helped people get going and if ever there was a vivid example of dysfunctional family dynamics it was that class. At break I helped a former student get his resume and cover letter done and sent him on to fax it off.

I needed water so I went on the kitchen to get my water glass and found that the soup was still out and the hand-washed dishes still there. I didn’t want the cook mad at me, too,when he came back, so I cleaned it up. HISKWE, many thanks to the person who started the dishwasher.

My necklace broke.

3:30 and I thought it would be a great time to cut my losses and go for a walk at Prospect Lake on my way home when I stepped on another thorn. Could I get some paperwork done for a meeting in the morning? It was something I had forgotten to do months earlier so I knew what to do and it wasn’t really a problem. In fact, once I got going it was a wonderful way to connect with students on paper and debrief a tough day.  I realized we are all humans with our foibles, (I love that word – foibles), guilt, loves and hates. It is easier to come down on someone not too close to us than those we love in case they won’t love us anymore.

I didn’t get my walk. I did have a spectacular drive home watching the moon rise as the flaming, western sky disappeared into cobalt darkness (poetic, eh?).  I made the world’s quickest steak and salad dinner with a nice glass of read wine. Sorry diet, RED WINE not whine. I slept eight hours and look forward to more challenges today. After all, it’s a learning experience and there is always someone going through something worse. I am looking forward to new and interesting experiences today. Nietzsche says, “That which does not kill us only serves to make us stronger.” And that was the opening for Conan the Barbarian so as Valeria says, “Do you want to live forever?” I just want to live today!!!  Thanks for listening to this really big rant. ;D Diane

Apologies to Judith Voirst and the children’s book, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day.  It’s still one of my favourites.

~ by 1fatgirlshrinking - Diane Kirby on February 7, 2012.

3 Responses to “Me and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day”

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