It’s been so hard. The last few months I haven’t felt like myself at all. I’m exhausted, overworked, underpaid, underappreciated, yadda, yadda, yadda…
I’m feeling much better the last week or two. My new students are wonderful. I’ve been freed up one block to do more technology stuff. I only have one prep now. The days are getting warmer and we get some sunshine now and then. I’m leaving for Vegas tomorrow (just DH and I) and I’ll be able to have some time to myself.
I feel so bad for not being on here in so long but, I swear, I don’t know how it happens. One day becomes another, and another, and another. Pretty soon, I’m so far behind it seems too overwhelming to even try to catch up. I wonder what you all are up to. Wonder how you’re doing and make a vow to post tomorrow, or the next day…
Anyway, I’m feeling like I’m getting a little renewal. Things have been bad for a long time. I didn’t realize how depressed I’d become. Depressed about the home situation, the grandkids, work, etc. I took a good long look at myself last week and realized that I hadn’t had a haircut in ages, hadn’t colored my hair, hadn’t done my nails, hadn’t bought any makeup in ages. I realized I was rotating about three outfits for work and coming home everyday to numb myself with Yoville and Cityville and Judge Judy.
I got a haircut on Tuesday, went out yesterday and bought my favorite perfume, colored my hair, got a mani and pedi. Paid $30.00 for my Olay Regenerist and bought some new eyeliner and eye shadow. It’s a start.
Now, I’m feeling a little put upon because a woman I used to work with (and helped out A LOT!) called in a panic yesterday and said she had to present a PowerPoint in her graduate level class Monday and didn’t have a clue how to do a PowerPoint presentation and didn’t know of anyone else to ask for help. She’s a really sweet woman but TOTALLY lost when it comes to technology. I haven’t seen her or heard from her for at least three years. sigh…Why do I do these things? I’m meeting her at Panera in 15 minutes but I’ve promised myself I won’t give her more than an hour of my time. I feel a little bit like a mechanic who gets a call from an acquaintance who says, “Can you come over to my house and show me how to fix my car?” Close friend, of course! Casual acquaintance? Still, I feel for her. Her husband is in Iraq and her family doesn’t live around here.
More later, gotta go to Panera…
5:30 Update: So I drive up to Panera to meet T at noon. Her choice of time although I was totally agreeable with it. I got there at 12:00, waited 15 minutes and then dug out my phone (which never rings when the battery is low) and find that I have a missed call and voice mail from 12:11. I brought it up and listened to:
“Hey, Pat, I can’t remember if we set the time at 12:00 or 12:30 but I’m going to be late no matter which it is. I’m all the way across the river in New Albany and will be there as soon as I can.”
Are you kidding me??? I mean, really, are you kidding me? I made up my mind I wasn’t staying one minute after 1:00 no matter what.
T showed up at 12:40 and said, “I’m so sorry. I hate to run late. I just feel terrible!”
I said, “That’s okay. Not a problem. I had a nice bowl of soup and I’m ready to help. Only thing is, I can’t stay after 1:00. I told you I had to run David up to General Butler this afternoon and I’ve got to pack for the plane.”
She’s fumbling around with her laptop and looking totally lost and bewildered and I was tempted to give in but I didn’t. Just sat there while she unloaded her bag and set up her laptop. Then she really did me in when she said, “We might have a problem. I was looking for PowerPoint this morning and I don’t think I have it. I thought you could probably find it or we could do it on your computer and you could email it to me. It really doesn’t matter if I have it because the computer I’ll be using for my presentation in class is the instructor’s and she has it.”
I couldn’t believe she didn’t have PowerPoint so I pulled up Microsoft Office and looked at it. She had Word, Excel and Outlook. That’s it. I looked up and T was pulling out all these printouts she’d looked up on the internet about some therapist named Virginia Satir. She hadn’t even typed anything. Just printed out page after page of info and highlighted certain parts.
I smiled at her and said, “Oh, T, I feel so bad for you. I didn’t bring my laptop because I didn’t figure I’d need it and we don’t have enough time for me to go home and get it. And, even if we did, you don’t have anything I could copy and paste into a presentation anyway. I thought you were going to bring me something typed up on your laptop and just needed me to show you how to copy and paste it into PowerPoint and show you how to run it. I don’t think I can help you. Still, it’s great to see you. Why don’t you grab a cup of coffee or something and we can chat for ten minutes or so until I have to leave.
T grabbed her phone and said, “Maybe I can call one of my friends and she can put it into a PowerPoint and email it to me. I don’t know what else to do. I have to present this tomorrow!”
I said, “Well, there’s nothing you can do for the next couple of minutes so let’s just catch up. How have you been?” A couple minutes later, I said, “Sorry, I’ve got to run. I’ve got to drive all the way to Carrollton and back and then pack for the plane. Still, it was great seeing you. I hope your friend is able to help you with the PowerPoint.” And I left.
Got home and the caravan was waiting for me. DH drove Manny (the RV), DS followed in his car and I brought up the rear. We drove 60 miles to General Butler State Park, set up the RV, gave DS and the grandkids hugs and kisses and left. They’re going to camp all week while DH and I are in Vegas. DS took his car because we don’t trust him to drive the RV. He’s never driven it before and we felt better just driving it up there for him and picking it up next Sunday.
Next stop, we went Krogering and stocked up the house for Andrew and Steven. Andrew’s college spring break was two weeks ago but Steven is on spring break this week. They’ll be bachelors all week so we bought them plenty of food. Two twenty year olds on their own. Now they’re upstairs argueing over the computer. They each have a laptop but Andrew is mad because Steven used his.
Me? I’ve got clothes in the washer and my suitcase is sitting on the bed. I’m ready to throw some clothes in there and get out of here.