It was the most heinous day.
Why am I still up?
It’s 1am in the morning. I’ve been up since 6am yesterday. I had naught all to eat except a hasty oatmeal breakfast, some fish for lunch and an even hastier sandwich smuggled out of the Commons for dinner. I’ve lugged over fifty-plus plastic bins up stairs in the sweltering, humid 92 degree heat, half of them filled with magazines, glass jars or textbooks (Yes, I remembered to lift with my legs and have earned the well-deserved moniker “Buns and Thighs”). I sweated so much, rivulets of tinted moisturizer were trailing down my face and I actually smelled for the first time in my life. I got a break when I was pegged to chauffeur instructors and said plastic bins all around Yale in an air conditioned car (why are New Haven stoplights so frikkin’ long?) but then had to turn around and do 30-minute advisory meetings with half of my designated instructors. Only one of them was a returner and thus super confident; the rest were nervous at best and needed much encouragement and hand-holding or clueless at worst which meant re-writing lesson plans at the last minute.
I couldn’t even sustain a FaceTime call with the fam because my internet kept cutting out and I was both hot and hungry so the hubs cut it short before I lost it in front of the kids.
But then I leave the CO (Curriculum Office) and my buddy from the MO (Main Office) tells me that he has installed the portable ac in my room. I am so verklempt, I almost burst into tears in front of my supervisor. She in turn points me in the direction of a 24-hour deli – Gourmet Heaven – where I can load up a take out tin and pay by the pound. Imagine Yogurtland, only for food. I get the most amazing pork fried rice, teriyaki chicken, lo mein, caprese salad, slaw, and sesame seed salad. I don’t get lost walking home. I get a text from my CO buddies and we go out to vent about the cluster of a day it’s been, commiserating over Miller High Life, Rolling Rock and Bud. The bartender is the sweetest, gruffest man you’ll ever meet this side of the Mississippi. I felt like a character out of Cheers.
It’s been the most rewarding day.
Yes, my friends, I think I drank the Kool-Aid. Just a little bit.
Here’s hoping tomorrow/today is a less taxing day, though. I don’t think my 40-year-old body can take much more abuse. And I think I need to find a laundry room soon. This is the last top in my 7×7 remix inventory and I don’t know if I want to re-wear the others before they get a thorough cleansing.
I do appreciate how the necklace both complements the orange of the top and draws attention away from the rather distinctive skirt that I’ve already worn once this week but which will hopefully be forgiven or forgotten by my colleagues.
:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Top – Old Navy
Skirt – Banana Republic
Necklace – gift