I Am Sick

Hellishly sick. I had to go to a thing for work today and it was pure misery. We're working on this online thing that it too tedious to go into detail about, but requires using the most assbackwards, poorly designed software to 'build' courseware for students to use online. Seriously, it's unreal how low tech this is--and it's the new rollout. If there is a list of 10 lessons and you only want one of them? You must delete the other nine one.at.a.time. The screen must refresh in between. Painful. And if you want to make item number 10 the first item? You must move it up the list one.at.a.time. The screen must refresh each time. Still painful. How the fuck myspace or snapfish can use drag and drop technology, but Plato can't is beyond me. It's ridiculous.

So anyway, after tediously creating senior English courses, I needed to go back and edit one of them because I finally unearthed the damn basic literature information which was hidden in a file called "Misellaneous Language Arts Resources". Wellllllllllllll, I managed to delete the damn course instead of just unpublish it. At that point, I knew that I was done. Sitting in a computer lab that had no air circulation with a fever in an uncomfortable chair using a keyboard that didn't have the little feet to tilt it and the slowest internet connection on earth while reaching for a Kleenex every five minutes, I had enough.

So I left. Very brazen of me, actually, because it was only 1.30 and the school day doesn't end until 3:15 on an 8:00 start time. I waited until a couple of other people left first. I tried to find the man in charge--the supervisor of secondary ed.--but he was nowhere to be found, so I made a professional decision and went home. The funny thing is that in most any professional career in the world, if you're sick and need to go home, you can just go. Teaching, though, is a different ballgame. We're used to 22 minute lunches and being ruled by a bell. It was very strange to just be able to LEAVE. I felt guilty, actually, but not guilty enough to stick around. By 2:00, I was in my bed with a bottle of Tylenol at my side. I've been here pretty much all night save for a trip to take W. to work and then to buy a thermomenter at Walgreens (I can't find either of the two that I know we have somewhere) and to McD's drive thru for good homecooking for the two youngest boys.

I just realized I have no idea what the point of this was. I think perhaps maybe it's time for me to make another professional decision and go to bed. Or at least quit blogging while I'm still forming something resembling sentences. I have to go back for one more day tomorrow. It will be the longest day ever. Ugh.