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I'm thrilled by my win (tie for a win, at any rate) in the Isis Awards. I really, truly am.
Unfortunately, now I'm worried that the school is going to get shut down because of something that happened today, and that worry is clouding over every other thing in the universe.
Have you ever felt really really guilty about something that was not your fault at all? Indeed, something that you were actually unconnected to, except in the vaguest sense? Like, you were doing the stuff that you were supposed to be doing, and someone else's mistake is causing you digestive upset?
I'd tell you about it, but then I'm afraid of what you would say. And think.So I'm just going to comb my wet hair out, and go to bed. Oh, what the hell.
One of the kids opened the school gate and walked all the way down one of the busiest streets in our area to the restaurant where his mom works, walked in, found her, and said "Hi". It probably took him between 30 minutes and an hour to get there...and his absence wasn't noticed. Mostly because his teacher and his classmates were in their classroom, and he was being punished for his misbehaviours (of which there are many, believe me), but still...
His mother is understandably upset. But she is also one of those mothers who completely overlooks her son's fuckwitted tendencies, who blames all of his misbehaviours on the teacher and the school, and who will have no qualms about registering a complaint at City Hall, which would result in a huge fine. And one of the other moms, who works at the same restaurant, is a total gossip, and a word in the wrong ear could mean newspaper/TV coverage of this incident, which would also result in a huge fine. And the school is barely keeping afloat as it is.
So, like I said, it wasn't my fault, he's not one of my kids, and I was in my room, doing phonics worksheets with my kids, but I've got the anxious stomach happening something fierce.
I worked out so hard I almost had a coronary tonight. And we have work tomorrow, and everyone is going to be walking on eggshells. I wish I had that bottle of Bailey's back.
[EDIT - 9:39] But if the school does get shut down, at least I won't have to deal with the guilt of quitting. That's something, right? ^_^ And I'll survive somehow. If the school closes down and I have to find a new job, surely my jerk landlord won't kick me out, right? I wouldn't be the one screwing the boss over, in that case.
Unfortunately, now I'm worried that the school is going to get shut down because of something that happened today, and that worry is clouding over every other thing in the universe.
Have you ever felt really really guilty about something that was not your fault at all? Indeed, something that you were actually unconnected to, except in the vaguest sense? Like, you were doing the stuff that you were supposed to be doing, and someone else's mistake is causing you digestive upset?
I'd tell you about it, but then I'm afraid of what you would say. And think.
One of the kids opened the school gate and walked all the way down one of the busiest streets in our area to the restaurant where his mom works, walked in, found her, and said "Hi". It probably took him between 30 minutes and an hour to get there...and his absence wasn't noticed. Mostly because his teacher and his classmates were in their classroom, and he was being punished for his misbehaviours (of which there are many, believe me), but still...
His mother is understandably upset. But she is also one of those mothers who completely overlooks her son's fuckwitted tendencies, who blames all of his misbehaviours on the teacher and the school, and who will have no qualms about registering a complaint at City Hall, which would result in a huge fine. And one of the other moms, who works at the same restaurant, is a total gossip, and a word in the wrong ear could mean newspaper/TV coverage of this incident, which would also result in a huge fine. And the school is barely keeping afloat as it is.
So, like I said, it wasn't my fault, he's not one of my kids, and I was in my room, doing phonics worksheets with my kids, but I've got the anxious stomach happening something fierce.
I worked out so hard I almost had a coronary tonight. And we have work tomorrow, and everyone is going to be walking on eggshells. I wish I had that bottle of Bailey's back.
[EDIT - 9:39] But if the school does get shut down, at least I won't have to deal with the guilt of quitting. That's something, right? ^_^ And I'll survive somehow. If the school closes down and I have to find a new job, surely my jerk landlord won't kick me out, right? I wouldn't be the one screwing the boss over, in that case.
