a general malaise

OK,

This working six days a week is wear me down. The one and 1/2 days off I had last week did little; I can see that now. Next week, I actually have two days off in a row; that will be nice--except I am hopping a train to Philly. How restful will that be?

I think I should have known what I was signing up for, but did I? My weekend classes are a lot more involved than I thought they would be. I spend a lot of time on the trains marking papers and reading the texts in the books I use. When I get home, I just want to veg.

Also, I know I am getting grumpier and grumpier. Is that possible? Apparently yes. I came into the charter school this morning and I wanted to rip out someone's lungs merely because they had taken the time to plug in and use my computer which had been moved because of some carpentry and electrical that was done over the mid-winter break that the public schools had last week. There is more: I'm frustrated that they moved my computer, that they left it on--because they always leave it on--that it is dark in the corner over here. blah blah blah.

And now, RIGHT NOW, there are a bunch of teachers behind me making a lot of noise and I am unhappy about it. They moved my computer (I originally typed desk, not computer--but this is merely a work station) to a corner near the copier. It is before 8am, and all the teachers are here to get copies made. OK, I'm exaggerating; there are only five, but, geez, with them and the copier going...

I don't know if I should hit something or just cry. Maybe if I had a nice bottle of something handy right now, I could put it in my coffee...