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Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Getting There

As of today, four weeks left. For real. That means four more Monday mornings (although, next Monday morning is Memorial Day- this librarian gets to stay in bed!), four more classes with the illustrious 8th graders who will be moving on to high school, four more team meetings, four more outside lunches.

I finally caught up with all my outstanding orders and placed orders for next year. I finally (albeit grudgingly) wrote out a check for the $55 to attend the end-of-year retirement party- that better be some damn good chicken, is all I'm sayin'. I finally finished prowling through classrooms in search of missing overheads and slide projectors, finally hung all the posters for the book fair, finally recycled all the crap that's come out of my mailbox over the last three months.

And I feel like I'm getting there. Mentally, I've pretty much already checked out of this place. Realistically, there's still a lot to get done before I call it good enough and pack up for the summer. I've been feeling a little overwhelmed with all the new responsibilities that will go along with my job next year, which are numerous and time-consuming. I've been trying to square away a schedule for my summer job and get information on the classes I'm supposed to be taking over the break. I've been thinking about the fact that the school committee just offered us a 0% raise for next year, and what I'll do if we're forced to strike. I've been penciling in birthdays and party invites and Frisbee and school activities like people can't get enough of the NPW.

As you can see, I'm all in a state. In fact, I've been so flustered lately that in my state of unawareness last night I started to bring laundry down to the basement after dark. Alone. Only after I peered down into the cavernous black hole at the bottom of the stairs did my zombie fears return in full force and I flew back up the stairs and slammed the door shut behind me in a very dramatic fashion. Because seriously: that scene in 28 Weeks Later when the kids return to their old house and find their mother hiding in the attic room? That would definitely happen to me. And I so do not need the Rage virus right now.

13 Comments:

Blogger Rebekah rocks hardcore!

A 0 percent raise? Nice. How generous of them.

I see from your sidebar thing that you like Go Fug Yourself. Me too. As catty and superficial as it is those ladies are damn funny.

11:24 AM

 
Blogger Noelle rocks hardcore!

I've only gone in the basement of my cottage twice. If ever there was a place for The Rage to fester, it's down there. I want to have a summer vacation, because I totally have end-of-school fever.

12:32 PM

 
Blogger 3carnations rocks hardcore!

Is 0% something they actually OFFER to you? "We would like to give you nothing more than before. Does that sound good? Great. Pleasure working with you."

12:37 PM

 
Blogger Ween rocks hardcore!

I am SO GLAD my washer and dryer aren't in the basement. I think a stray cat lives down there. Or maybe it's Cujo.

Also? 0%? Every day you make me more glad I didn't decide to become a school librarian...even if that's where all the jobs are right now.

1:23 PM

 
Blogger stefanie rocks hardcore!

I think it's hilarious that you almost forgot you were afraid of your basement but then remembered before you could get your laundry done.

I've come to terms with my basement and decided it's probably safe (aside from maybe a few spiders). There's a closet down there that I have opened only once, however (when I first moved in). Since then, I've had a rug folded over and shoved in front of the door as a bizarro sort of security system. See, I reason that no one could be hiding in there if the rug is still in place. They would have to move the rug to get inside, and unless it was a team effort, they couldn't put it back.

Yes, these are really the things I tell myself in order to do laundry in my house. I never said I wasn't a little bit crazy...

2:02 PM

 
Blogger L Sass rocks hardcore!

NPW-- #1 rule of at home safety = Don't Go In the Basement!

I'm glad you thought better of it!

Here's to the end of school--soon--wahoo!

4:13 PM

 
Blogger moogan rocks hardcore!

My husband actually made 5 minute zombie short in my basement. Imagine my anxiety.

Best of luck coping through the next few weeks

5:35 PM

 
Blogger Aaron rocks hardcore!

I had to go into The Creepy Basement last night because we were having hot water issues, and I was fumbling around looking for one of the light switch cords that dangle from the ceiling, one of them brushed over my head and I thought it was a bat and I screamed and I'm trying to write a reallly, really long sentence, but I'm not sure how much longer I can drag this out before I run out of words.

Damn.

7:11 PM

 
Blogger Tori rocks hardcore!

Having taught in public schools for 5 years, I can totally relate to the countdown. In fact, my last count down started with 100 days left...and that my friend is part of the reason why I had to make a change.
Enjoy your sleep in next Monday!

7:58 PM

 
Blogger stilettoheights rocks hardcore!

0%, seriously even the people at Wall Mart get better raises...

bastards.

I am now scared of Zombies too, not because I have seen the movie, but the though of my mom hiding in an attic scares the hell out of me.

8:06 AM

 
Blogger Erikka rocks hardcore!

NPW! Are you on an "exclusive" ultimate frisbee team or can you tell me where you play? I wanna play too! (wow, that is probably remiscent of a 6th grade whine which probably just blew any chance I had at you telling me)

11:43 AM

 
Blogger NancyPearlWannabe rocks hardcore!

erikka- Sorry! I tried emailing you, I don't think I have the right address. Anyway, it's not exclusive, I play with the BSSC- here's the link:
http://bssc.com/index.cfm

Hope that helps!

12:32 PM

 
Blogger CarpeDM rocks hardcore!

Wow. 0 %. That's amazing.

Did you ever see Pet Sematary? The creepy woman who is Tasha Yar's sister in the movie (no, I don't know her real name) lives in my sister's basement (she bought our child hood home). I was doing laundry one night, heard my name, looked up, there she was and I ran screaming up the stairs. Where my mom told me I was a freak (I actually think she said "Dana, your imagination is way too overactive" but freak works). Imagine trying to explain to your practical sister why you can't go into the basement anymore. It doesn't work.

9:51 AM

 

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