I don’t think I slept too well last night. I base this on the fact that when I woke up, my eyes and basically all of my face hurt. Going to bed around 1am didn’t help how I felt either.
When I’m getting ready for work, the husband is usually still asleep. This works out well because if he is up, I end up being late to work; like I was this morning. Two things I’m really good at: 1. back scratches 2. back rubs – he wanted back scratches. He decided it was my super power which then led into a ridiculous 15 minute conversation on what my superhero name would be:
Morning Bitch – Master of Naps
That’s why I ran late this morning.
When I got into the car, I looked down and noticed my dumbass self forgot to shave my legs. I think strategically about what I wear to work and not in a fashion sense way. I never know what problems will arise. I’ll have days where I’m kind of worthless, or days when I’m climbing up ladders, standing on chairs, or crawling underneath desks. Since this week has been slow, I decided to wear a dress sans the leggings. My brain forgot to relay this message in the shower, so I showed up feeling like a wookie.
Yesterday was full of all the bodily fluids, so I was hoping for a better day today. We even had a broken wrist thrown into that fun day. Fridays are always the wild card during the week. Anything you can think of, can and does happen. Given that there are 18 days of school left, the odds of insanity increase exponentially.
The good thing was that I was on my game today. It took all week, but I finally felt like I knew what I was doing. I’m always learning, and this week was full of learning opportunities. Not like bullshit derpy meetings or seminars, but actual this will benefit me in the long run.
These weeks, to my ego, are not fun. Some of the issues thrown at me could be easily solved if I had full admin rights. Those issues are frustrating. Other issues were because I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. I hate admitting to myself that I can’t fix something. I’ll admit it to my tech wizard because he knows that I’m always learning, but accepting it to myself is a different story. Many tickets this week were transferred to the tech department with my note, “I have no idea how to fix this.” Admitting failure to myself sucks ass, but it’s better in the long run to admit when you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing.
When I’m with a teacher fixing something on their computer, they look at me the same way I look at my wizard friend. When he’s flying around a computer it looks like the damn Matrix.
Some days I get very frustrated with my coworkers over their lack of computer knowledge. Actually, it’s not even that. I get frustrated with my coworkers over their lack of reading my emails pertaining to their computers. While I appreciate the job security, some things make me want to take a flying leap into oncoming traffic.
Last week, one of the officers at our school was bemoaning their ticket system. I explained to him how I explain it to my coworkers. My coworkers don’t want the corporation to think they’re idiots. Case in point – I got a ticket today that a document camera wasn’t working. After troubleshooting a few things, I finally looked at the wall and realized the plug fell out of the outlet.
This stuff happens all the time and it’s happened to me. The ticket system helps me keep the issues isolated onto one site. Since people don’t want to feel like idiots, or mostly, don’t want to be bothered, they email me, call me, text me, or my favorite, send me Facebook messages. The officer said that if he calls their IT people, they’ll generate a ticket anyway on his behalf. I do this, too. It’s because I’ll forget about the problem if I don’t. I have a shitty memory and also, the penny pincher boss-bosses are always looking to make cuts. I don’t make squat, but I’d prefer to have a job.
My favorite email I received today was from an assistant for a teacher that simply said, “Internet isn’t working.” Obviously if a teacher doesn’t have internet access, they can’t put it on the helpdesk. When I walked into their classroom they were watching a video on YouTube. I said, “Umm, so it’s back up?” The teacher said, “No, this is working. The other internet isn’t working.”
The other internet.
Thanks for the job security.
I didn’t bother to open a ticket on her behalf because it was just too funny and not really worth my time. I did joke about it to my wizard friend, though.
The rest of the day was just regular shenanigans. So many things happened that there aren’t enough words, space, or time to explain. Most of the things that happen during my day are “You had to be there” moments.
One of the funny things this week was we didn’t have an officer in our building yesterday or today. Well kind of today but only after our principal called Officer Friendly. We all thought of creative ways we would thwart unsavory characters or situations. Since shootin’ irons aren’t allowed, I decided I would chuck a laptop, my wireless mouse, or the bag of popcorn my principal gave me.
Since December, our officers have been a mainstay in the building. Whether they have been there because of actual threats or to assuage parental concerns, they’ve become part of our dysfunctional family. I stress dysfunctional. One of the nice things when you want to kick shit at the insanity of the day or a situation, is to have an outside source reassuring you that you aren’t crazy. They see the bullshit in the same way you do.
As I feel like I’m sinking with this crazy ship, they’re not on the lifeboats; they’re playing the violins as the ship goes down.
I was dreading conversation after work. People were planning an outing downtown to celebrate a coworker that had left after a maternity leave. I love this guy like a brother, but I was exhausted. Going downtown at 9pm sounded like hell on earth as I could barely keep my eyes open at 4pm. Luckily, I wasn’t the only one. It was everyone. Hooray for not being the only stick in the mud.
If you want to pry me out of my house, Saturday is the day to do it. Or during the summer when the points don’t matter, and the days don’t count.
As exhausted as I am right now, I’m still too awake to go to bed. Tomorrow the husband is going to Bloomington with friends, so I’ll do my own thing. I was hoping for a beautiful day to spend outside doing yard work, but it seems Mother Nature has other plans.
I’m thinking of doing some deep cleaning of the house and possibly painting the husband’s office aka our guest room. It’s the only room I haven’t laid my little fixer fingers on. It has the same white plaster walls as the day we moved in 10 years ago.
The foot is feeling better on the bottom, but on top, it’s still ridiculously painful. I grin and bear it and say I’m fine, but truth be told, bullshit toe is causing mass amounts of strife. I decided limping was for pussies and kept my smiley face on and strode right through the pain. Am I an idiot? Probably. I just don’t have time for stupid toe breakage.
I’ll spend this weekend barefoot and happy. Tonight I shall spend it with a beer and some Netflix and reading therapy.
As the days of this school year close, I have so many things to plan for. Our ten year anniversary, the husband’s 40th birthday, and our anticipated concert fun.
Bring on summer. Please?
17 school days.