Do you hear that? It’s the gentle purring of a laptop that works. When my former plunged its screen into darkness four days ago, my whole world came to a grinding halt. What kind of world is it when one small 15 inch by 10 inch box can control so much of your happiness. Yeah! It booted up. All things are perfect. Crap! It’s on the blink. Why do you hate me cruel universe?!
The past week had plunged me into the depths and it is only now that things are starting to right themselves. What was supposed to be a spectacularly productive week turned into me driving all over town trying to make right so many things that had gone terribly wrong. In the last stretch. In the rain. When my tire/tyre (depending which country you’re from) went flat and I had to pump that sucker up in the rain. Whilst wearing my nice shoes. Gr.
Tuesday had me at the GP, asking ‘you know that waiting list I went on back in February…any news on that yet?’ Apparently, they were about to send out my letter to an address that doesn’t exist. I applaud the GP for making the correction and hopefully pushing my case up towards the top.
On that very day I also called the council, asking about my name NOT being on the supply teaching register. A teacher I’ve worked with months ago alerted me to the fact that they tried to find me on the Supply List to fill in some days at the school, but my name was not to be found. Come to find out, the council had an issue with my application back in March. The issue was that they lost a piece of paper I sent in. Unfortunately, I was not aware of this. After having found out this information, I hit them with the gem ‘Do you realise how difficult my life has been because of your error. I’m having to consider moving flat as I wasn’t getting any work from you.’ And yes, on top of all that, the consideration of having to move.
And so…my art supply un-delivery (Sh, now, I can make up words. I’m American. It’s my birthright.) added significantly to my stress. What should have been here within 7 to 10 days of order has taken over a month. After calling various postal bodies, it has been tracked and should be here tomorrow. I have been able to do other work in the meantime. The thing is, when I set a plan into place, I kind of need my suppliers to play along with it.
It’s Sunday morning. I will call this the beginning of my week. A bright new shiny one week that will hopefully be very different from the last. Honestly, I feel that life owes me a lot of good luck right now.