Just your over-all bad day

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Monday morning: Arrived at school at my usual time to prep lesson materials, only to discover our classroom pet (a rat) had pushed a bar in her cage out of the way to enable her escape. She was loose for what appears to be the entire (three day) weekend…and dammit, though she found a way out, she apparently did not find a way in to get to her food. She didn’t starve, at least, but she did maul and mangle everything in her access–including several books that had to be tossed. She ripped open the bag of algae disks for the fish and ate them, chewed up any student papers she could access off the wall, chewed up word cards, dangerously chewed the filter power cord for the aquarium down to the copper wire (in several places), chewed the tags off the Beanie Babies (I have beanies of animals unfamiliar to my ELD students, like chipmunks, buffalo, etc.), and made her new home nest in a display box of reading materials…rat piss and crap everywhere. My entire morning consisted of cleaning up after her. Lesson plans had to be scrapped–the students got a mini-lesson on rat care and the definition of “flexibility”–and I spent the entire day playing catch up.

It rains. No, it pours. This means rainy day schedule at school–no recess break, and only half my lunch time, as I have to house my rowdy clan of students. I then have a long afternoon of parent conferences.

Fast forward to end of the day. I come home to find there is a leak in the wall of my apartment–my carpet is soaked, and no one is available to do anything until the next day.

Next day (today): I come home after a stressful day (some tension from a coworker) with my arms full of groceries to find the maintenance people have come, patched the leak, cleaned the carpet, and left–but leaving behind a very noisy fan to dry the rug, the cord of which crosses my entry. I trip on the cord, drop a gallon of milk…and it promptly bursts all over the freshly cleaned carpet.

Can anyone relate to this just plain shitty day?

Sigh Well, at least I had a wonderful Valentine’s Day with my man. Um…wonderful Valentine’s evening, at least. Sigh

Teaching: The ultimate birth control method.

Laura’s Stuff and Things

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Poor Laura Rae!!!
Hope the rest of your week goes a little better :slight_smile:
Zette

Love is like popsicles…you get too much you get too high.
Not enough and you’re gonna die…
Zettecity

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Zette

Love is like popsicles…you get too much you get too high.
Not enough and you’re gonna die…
Zettecity

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That undoubtedly qualifies as a benchmark shitty day. Poor Ruffian!

::feeble comfort::

It could have been worse. A friend had her kitchen flooded out by the upstairs apartment…by a broken sewer pipe. “It” not only gooshed over everything in the kitchen, but oozed over all the carpets too.

On second thought, forget “misery loves company”. Just treat yourself to some really, really good things to compensate for the hassle.

Wishing you well,
Veb

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Yikes… sounds to me like a pamper night is in order… Light some candles and have yourself a great bubble bath.

We are, each of us angels with only one wing,and we can only fly by embracing one another

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Condolences & hugs {{{{{{{{Laura Rae}}}}}}}}}

Can I try out for 2nd place?

I’m in the Army. I’m assigned to a real hospital AND a tent-type hospital. Because I’m assigned to a deployable hospital, every 2 years, I have to prove I can shoot a weapon.

Because I’m a doc, my assigned weapon is supposed to be a 9 mm pistol. I’ve fired with one every few years for the last 10 years.

In October, I sign up for a “range” for Feb. 14th, because this is the first one with 9 mm pistols. I cancel my clinic before any patients get scheduled & am all set to go.

Last week, they realize they are only scheduled to go to the M16 (rifle range); “they” “forgot” to schedule the 9 mm range. I’m told it doesn’t matter what kind of weapon I shoot. I just have to shoot one & hit 23 of 40 pop-up targets. Never mind that I haven’t shot an M16 in 18+ years… Just go.

Here’s how it went:
6:15 Show up for formation
7:00 Bus actually takes off (so far, so good)
7:10 Get to the armory to pick up rifles. This got messed up… By 9:30, though, we all had our rifles.
10:30 Arrive out at the range.
11:30 The first group of people start zeroing their rifles (making sure that when you set your sights at the center of the target, you hit the center of the target.)
12:30 First group finishes. Second group starts.
1:20 Second group finishes. Third group (me included) starts. The magazine (bullet clip) with 3 live rounds gets jammed - won’t go in, won’t come out. Finally someone makes it go in. They check it twice. 2 of 3 rounds pop out (like they’re supposed to) I get to fire 1 round.
1:30 Someone realizes we have be completely done for the day by 3:30, so no more zeroing is allowed.
3:25 I’ve made the best adjustments I can, based on the one round I fired, but alas, hit only 13 targets. Because of further mechanical problems, I only got to shoot 30 (out of 40) rounds, but it’s 3:30, so there’s no opportunity to fire those last rounds.
5:30 Arrive back on post. Wait 1 hour for armory to re-open so we can turn in weapons. Wait some more while they decide whether to make us come back the next day, or stay another hour or so last night to clean the weapons. Somehow, the NCOs work out a deal - God bless 'em.
6:30 Arrive back in my office at the hospital. Return a few urgent phone messages (No partner.) Check my latest contract (yep 4 more years). Mark the date in May that I get to do all this again on my calendar.
7:30 Get home sunburned, bruised shoulder, & sore all over. Eat something (oh, was that a nice steak dinner you cooked - thanks, honey) Happy Valentine’s Day to you too. Pet kid on head. Ask hubby about homework. Kiss dog goodnight, asleep by 8:30.

And did I mention that I get to do this again in May?

Sue from El Paso
Siamese Attack Puppet - Texas

Experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you wanted.

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Man, that sucks. I am going to print this out, and everytime I have a shitty day, I am going to read and say
“At least I’m not that poor lady.”
and it will make me feel like 10,000% better.
Noonch.

how did it start? well i don’t know i just feel the craving. i see the flesh and it smells fresh and it’s just there for the taking…
VvvV

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Well, you’ve recovered by now. What’s ELD?

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This is not in the running for worst day but I thought it might amuse some of you. I worked at a pet-store. We had a lot of escapes, but this was the messiest.

Around Christmas our cricket order usually doubles as we are selling more reptiles and stuff. Anyway we has gotten a delivery of 2000 crickets, fine, except everyone was too busy to put them in the screen-covered aquarium and forgot about them in the box.

Next day, I arrive for work at 8:00am to the sound of our vet tech stomping and swearing. it seems we have 2000 escaped crickets which we must now spend the entire day covering up from customers/mall officials. Nothing like talking to a customer about buying fish and trying to be subtle about picking a handful of crickets off the wall and putting them in your pocket.