Tuesday, December 04, 2001
tuesday is the worst day of the week.
tuesday, day after monday. monday is not as bad as tuesday, because you are still halfway living off the afterglow of the weekend. by the end of monday, you have fully forgotten about the weekend. which leads you too tuesday. still workdays away from weekend. psychologically, the furthest day from your next well needed day off. some people hate mondays, i hate tuesdays.
i don't want to go to work
i don't want wednesday to come. wednesday... again, i am leading a workparty. not just any work party, another planting instruction work party. students forced into volunteering. but this time they aren't young and unjaded towards school. no, they are ninth-graders. and, there will be 50 of them. 50 9th graders, for 5 hours. oh god, i am in pain already. do you know how difficult it is going to be to keep 50 9th graders occupied and entertained for 5 hours? i can't even keep myself occupied and entertained for 5 hours, and i have a much larger attention span than i did in 9th grade, believe it or not. gaaaaaahhhhhhh, the worst part about it, i have only been to the park it is at once. i am going to be beyond worthless. BEYOND WORTHLESS. uuggghhhhh... i hate being at work, being the person who is supposed to know everything, because more often than not i don't know anything. come wed, it is going to be perfect time to flaunt my idiocy.
gah, here's my hope. i will shave the day before, so i don't look like a scrub. i am tall, and i look older than a 9th grader. in all my fleece and rain gear and stuff, i look pretty big. hopefully the boys will be afraid of me. i'm not unattractive, so hopefully the girls will be afraid of me. that leaves the teachers. give a few half ass half sarcastic remarks, or just be as silent as possible, they will be afraid of me.
fuck this week.
tuesday, day after monday. monday is not as bad as tuesday, because you are still halfway living off the afterglow of the weekend. by the end of monday, you have fully forgotten about the weekend. which leads you too tuesday. still workdays away from weekend. psychologically, the furthest day from your next well needed day off. some people hate mondays, i hate tuesdays.
i don't want to go to work
i don't want wednesday to come. wednesday... again, i am leading a workparty. not just any work party, another planting instruction work party. students forced into volunteering. but this time they aren't young and unjaded towards school. no, they are ninth-graders. and, there will be 50 of them. 50 9th graders, for 5 hours. oh god, i am in pain already. do you know how difficult it is going to be to keep 50 9th graders occupied and entertained for 5 hours? i can't even keep myself occupied and entertained for 5 hours, and i have a much larger attention span than i did in 9th grade, believe it or not. gaaaaaahhhhhhh, the worst part about it, i have only been to the park it is at once. i am going to be beyond worthless. BEYOND WORTHLESS. uuggghhhhh... i hate being at work, being the person who is supposed to know everything, because more often than not i don't know anything. come wed, it is going to be perfect time to flaunt my idiocy.
gah, here's my hope. i will shave the day before, so i don't look like a scrub. i am tall, and i look older than a 9th grader. in all my fleece and rain gear and stuff, i look pretty big. hopefully the boys will be afraid of me. i'm not unattractive, so hopefully the girls will be afraid of me. that leaves the teachers. give a few half ass half sarcastic remarks, or just be as silent as possible, they will be afraid of me.
fuck this week.
