I stayed home from work today, not something I really enjoy doing. I could have a limb freshly amputated and would still feel guilty. Something is seriously wrong with my energy level – frustration level. So I slept, off and on until 1:50.
I had a dream that I wrote an opera, composed is more accurate, but in my dream I had created one. I am not even a fan of opera, go figure. I like painting in my dreams, my work always comes out nicely. My opera was haunting and angry. Freud anyone?
I slept with my NAP pillow, recently purchased from Brookstone. It is like sleeping on concrete that is molded to your head. I liked it. I have latency in my tendons in my joints. Even my tendons are too tired to do their job.
I really don’t like missing work, at least not when everyone else is working. My work defines me. I heard someones father told them once ” find something you love to do, and then find someone to pay you to do it” makes sense to me. I sort of fell into financial aid, and although I enjoy the numbers part of it, it is really draining to me to be yelled at so frequently. I have a handful of students who seem to thrive on trying to yell me into helping. I am more than happy to help, the yelling really isn’t necessary.
Oh, to top it off, I took the dogs outside to “make” and one of them rolled in poo. Yuck. So I gave one of them a bath with a tshirt tied around my face because the smell was awful and we all know I don’t do well with smells. I can see blood and guts, but I cannot do bad smells or dead dogs. (Tim and I saw a dead black lab on the side of the freeway on ramp a week ago and it is still bothering me) As my bathroom, my shower and myself were soaking wet and covered in dog hair and wet dog smell I then washed the second dog. Now I am exhausted again. Not really a choice on the first dog considering the poo factor. All them same.
I think I started 4 movies on NETFLIX today and watched none of them. I am a little miffed at them for not putting season 3 of Dexter online, but I probably would not have slept as much today if it was available so there is, I guess, a silver lining.
I have a new manager at work. I clam I don’t want her as a manager. I say that every time. I’m loyal, and I like all of my managers eventually. Spoiled brat I am. (my best Yoda impression) I will say that she seems incurably intelligent. I’m not anything but jealous I suppose. Will I ever come across as that professional? That responsible?
I should be an art teacher.