Man, the Hell-Hole was a ghost town today!! I didn't get there until about 8:40, and my parking spot was still empty. UN told me she got there about 8:15, and there were only two other cars there. How the hell does the Big Cheese not see that staff morale could not possibly get any lower? At least 50% of the staff was missing today. Even teachers that I have NEVER seen take a day off weren't there!
After wasting about an hour in a staff meeting, we moved on to more specific meetings (primary teachers/upper grade teachers) for another hour. Those meetings, with our LLT, are ALWAYS a waste of time. At least today, though, once we got off on a tangent, the meeting took a turn for the better. We ended up having a bitch and moan session about the Hell-Hole. We laughed and blew off steam, and it was actually a pretty productive meeting when it comes to lifting our spirits a bit.
From there, I went and sat in my room, waiting for another member of the Social Committee to finish her meeting, so we could go out to lunch. We were actually going to check out the restaurant where we'll be having our Holiday Get-together next Friday. Turned out to be a really nice Chinese buffet, very appealing on the inside and excellent food. Next Friday should be nice.
In the middle of typing the previous paragraph, I suddenly realized it was 4:10, and I was supposed to have Buster at the vet at 4:00! I grabbed him and ran, and I'm just now getting home at 6:00. All went well, the stitches came out without a hitch. Unfortunately, the other ear was filled with crud, from not being cleaned all this time. I was busted, big time, by Dr. Ritter! I just tried to take a picture to show you what he looks like now, but the camera batteries are dead. When they're charged, I'll add a picture.
I'm dying to take a nice long soak in the tub. The temperature is supposed to drop to 11 degrees tonight, so I figured I'd take a nice warm bath, then slip into my warm, fuzzy jammies, make a cup of hot cocoa with Kahlua, and settle in for movie. I'm on my own tonight, since my son's father picked him up while I was at the vet. :( I may even be inspired to wrap the Christmas presents I've bought already. OK, let's not get crazy...
Speaking of presents, I came across this today, and it made me giggle:
If you want something expensive, you should ask your grandparents.
---Matthew, age 12
Matthew, you are wise beyond your years!