I have grown to abhor the act of sleeping and lying in my bed. Being sick just escalates my pithy attitude towards it. And I still feel no better. And I start my new job tomorrow. And I feel like shit. And I have to wake up at 6 am. And I am not whining...I am bitching. Actually, I am looking forward to the new teaching thing. I am hoping that it revitalizes my concept of teaching, even though it IS in a Florida high school. Nevertheless, the school is new, the administration seems great, and I was told I have flexibility with my courses, which is always nice. Plus, the whole economic thing doesn;t hurt. Real pay and actual benefits. I;ve been playing the pro and con weighing game and keep flip flopping between wanting to do it or not. I am sure it is just pre-first day jitters. Not sure what I am nervous about. It;s not about dealing with the student body because I can handle that (I think). It;s just the whole new environment thing. But it should be fun fun fun.
Aside from all that, much of this week has been a blur of snotted wads of kleenex and pools of nyquil and alka-seltzer flu stuff. Add to that the impending feeling of doom and panic I have every morning I wake up. And the nagging pyro-emotional-technics of people still under the impression that I am someone to take advantage of and to treat like a carpet because I am so nice and always lend a helping hand. I am the universal backscratcher that rests between the cheeks of a morbidly obese naked man and an urine stained lazy boy recliner.
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