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After working until 8pm on Friday on 9pm on Sunday (and working late most of last week) on the "top priority" project, my boss wanted to know yesterday why there was no work done on the other projects. Bitch.
I missed getting a birthday card out to Roy for his birthday on Monday. (On Monday he did receive the LS pin that I had sent him. Good timing.) I managed to take a break yesterday and look for a card for my sister's birthday, which is tomorrow. I'm sure it'll be late. Grrrr. But I did manage to find the perfect card for my father's birthday, which is in a couple weeks. It's an old photo of a boy throwing a baseball to his dad. That's something we did when I was young. Of course, one time he threw a wild pitch that bounced and hit me in the chest. A day or so later at Little League practice, I was standing in my shortstop position and just started to cry. I had no idea why. They had me sit out of the rest of practice. A trip to the doctor showed that I had a broken rib. Yeah, the perfect birthday card!
FCD was ok. Andy was in good form, even if the students weren't. Some students are actually very good, but some are hideous. And then there are some angels that seem to get worse and worse. That's so unfair to the students. One bad student is known as the "deer in the headlights." Whenever Andy calls "Zoom," this guy just freezes, like a deer in the headlights. It's one call that you have to execute by yourself. (Most other calls have someone doing something with you.) Andy called "Zoom," then said "where is my deer in the headlights?" It wasn't this guy's "turn," and Andy called "Zoom" once more. Seeing him in my square this time, Andy, blurted out, "Oh there he is!" Too funny. Andy ended the night with his rendition of "After the Lovin'": "Gonna call you a cab, after the lovin..."
I missed getting a birthday card out to Roy for his birthday on Monday. (On Monday he did receive the LS pin that I had sent him. Good timing.) I managed to take a break yesterday and look for a card for my sister's birthday, which is tomorrow. I'm sure it'll be late. Grrrr. But I did manage to find the perfect card for my father's birthday, which is in a couple weeks. It's an old photo of a boy throwing a baseball to his dad. That's something we did when I was young. Of course, one time he threw a wild pitch that bounced and hit me in the chest. A day or so later at Little League practice, I was standing in my shortstop position and just started to cry. I had no idea why. They had me sit out of the rest of practice. A trip to the doctor showed that I had a broken rib. Yeah, the perfect birthday card!
FCD was ok. Andy was in good form, even if the students weren't. Some students are actually very good, but some are hideous. And then there are some angels that seem to get worse and worse. That's so unfair to the students. One bad student is known as the "deer in the headlights." Whenever Andy calls "Zoom," this guy just freezes, like a deer in the headlights. It's one call that you have to execute by yourself. (Most other calls have someone doing something with you.) Andy called "Zoom," then said "where is my deer in the headlights?" It wasn't this guy's "turn," and Andy called "Zoom" once more. Seeing him in my square this time, Andy, blurted out, "Oh there he is!" Too funny. Andy ended the night with his rendition of "After the Lovin'": "Gonna call you a cab, after the lovin..."
