I got home late again this evening after staying at school to work with students. I hadn't gone to the store so I didn't have much to fix for dinner and I decided to run by McDonald's. I ordered a filet-o-fish, medium fries and a side salad. I come to expect a wait any time I order the fish sandwich. But at least it's usually hot when I get it because it's been freshly prepared. I was asked once again to pull forward to wait for my dinner. It took them nine minutes before it was brought out to me. On top of that, the food was luke warm and I didn't even get a receipt. Maybe I'm just hormonal, but that really perturbed me. So tonight I went to the McDonald's website and sent them my complaint. I don't know if anything will be done about it, but I feel better for sending it.
I'm in a funky mood today. It's one of those days where I'm wondering what the heck I'm doing. I don't feel like I'm a very good teacher sometimes. Although students generally like me and they do well enough in my classes, I still feel as though I'm just not doing whatever it is I'm called to do. Problem is that I have no idea what that is.
I'm supposed to be part of a presentation at my upcoming convention. I'm getting a little disconcerted about it, however. I'm not worried about what I'm presenting. I'm fine with that. The problem is that there's supposed to be three other presenters and only one of them has responded back regarding the presentation. I have a feeling that I'm going to have to put together most of the presentation myself.
And now to top it all off, I have to defrost my refrigerator again. I seem to have to do it about once a week now. It's never ending it seems. At least I didn't bring homework home tonight. Last night I took a benadryl and I zoned out in the middle of correcting their letters. I was in bed by 9:00. I was still tired this morning.
I don't know how Saturday is going to go. I have to leave here by 5:00 a.m. It will be a very long day. I just hope to get through tomorrow.
Well, that's all that's going on in my world. Hopefully I'll be out of my funky mood by this weekend.
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Well, if it makes you feel better, you thrilled my day by talking about your lunch. I am food obsessed and now want a fillet-o-fish! Hang in there. You are doing fine. We all have these moments you are having. At least you don't want to run away and become homeless like me! Hah! Love ya, gal. And know that I am rooting for you and thinking of you. Your friend,
Andrew
I hate that feeling, knowing I'm not doing what I want to, but not knowing what I want to do either. I'm sorry you're having a bad time, and I'm really sorry about your fish sandwich. There is just no excuse for that sort of thing. *hug*
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