I always start out a Friday morning with one thought...
TGIF.
I love my job but I love my weekends even more. I once heard a woman I "nannyed" for say something similar..."I love my son. But I love my dates with my husband more." Alrighty then. On a slightly less terrible note, I got in a car wreck yesterday!
It's one of those situations where you wonder if a small piece of the puzzle, or day rather, were different...then the mental wheels begin spinning and before I know it I've resorted to a nap.
The puzzle starts like this...I stayed an extra hour at work so that I could teach the Hip Hop class. I'm a sucker for killer dance moves as proven in the last entry. I was extremely glowing (OK sweating like a beast) and decided to go home and shower before meeting the rest of the staff for happy hour. I don't wanna brag, but my coworkers are probably cooler than yours. So yes, teachers, at my school at least, often send out an email or spread the Happy Hour plan by whispering in code to each other at recess or in the copy room. "So, uh maybe a little HH today?" Normally I'm not an avid showerer (this would be the adjective of one that showers often). It's true, I don't always shower after strenuous activity! Nine times out of ten if given the option to attend some sort of social event that begins right after my jog, you better believe I throw on a frock and a hat and am out the door sans bathing! And just as another excuse for my lack of cleanliness (a better one than the love of socializing), thick hair looks way better a little dirty ;) After my collision with a Jeep Cherokee, I wondered if I would have avoided the whole thing had I not taken the time to go home (and BATHE!), which then led me to take a different route to my destination etc etc? (I'll be back after a 20-minute power doze...)
What's the lesson here? No more showering! Probably not, but the lesson could be...pay more attention while driving, know your directions ahead of time, avoid happy hour...nah that can't be it. Well this wreck that wrecked my Friday was a very unhappy hour! Now I sit in my home, waiting for a friend to take me to the beach in an effort to avoid the issue that can't be dealt with until Monday anyway. I look out my living room window at my sweet little Civic with a jammed-in driver door (crawling over the center console to exit via the passenger door is always an adventure). Did I tell you that my driver side mirror that is now sitting on the back seat?
TGIF.
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