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Ever have one? You know...you need to wake-up early (REALLY early), but you decide to just skip the thing; then, when you wake-up too late for your next appointment/scheduled item, you feel really guilty for missing your first and are angry at yourself for being lazy; then you get a phone call that says there actually was another meeting scheduled about 15 minutes ago and they're wondering why you're not there; you reschedule for tomorrow, appologize profusely, maybe give an excuse, and when they ask if they just woke up you say, no no-- my voice is just weird today; and then you go back to sleep for another 15 minutes because you just can't handle being awake anymore!

There are lots of wrong reactions and ideas I have when I have a day like today:

A) I want to lie, almost always. I WANT to give them a really good excuse for why I missed the meeting (you know...I didn't get the email, or I wrote the appointment down for the next day). Somehow, a good excuse might make it better?

B) I want to go back to bed and quit everything. I mean, I already practically made the whole world think I'm irresponsible, so why not just follow through with that and skip today? (I could always say,  "Ohh...today was Monday? I thought tomorrow was Monday! or,  "Ohhh...you mean when you hired me you want me to come in everyday? I thought I was finished after last week" or "My dog just died...I don't think I can make it through my life without blubbering like an idiot every day".)

C) I want to drive myself to work, pay the exuberant parking fees/fines, and drive myself home between each class in order to avoid the people in the office that I disappointed today. This is mostly wrong because I really should not pay $10 for a day's worth of parking. Also, probably avoiding the boss isn't good.

Today, I sucked it up, took the bus (although I had to run pretty quickly in my nice dress clothes and flag it down so they wouldn't pass me up), and decided to go to classes and stay hidden in my basement office between times.

The day didn't end. After showing up to class still sweating from my morning run to the bus, I find out that when they sent me an email to change my classroom, they meant do it on Monday because someone else needs the classroom. So another boss walks in my classroom, is surprised that I'm there, and informs me we need to go elsewhere. Right.

So, off we go into the wild blue yonder, or otherwise known as UIUC campus looking for Architecture 301. After asking for directions twice, we got there, only to find that the a/c obviously is not working. At this point, I'm pretty much beyond feeling ashamed for not knowing what's going on today...I'm just pissed at myself. My students are wonderfully forgiving adults, so we laughed it off, I taught them the vocab word and usage of "sweating", and we went on with class.

I'm in my basement now with my shoes off because I now have bleeding blisters on every corner of my feet. Women's dress shoes are not meant for running, touring, hiking, or anything other than clicking around an office.

Tomorrow's plan:
A) go to bed before tomorrow begins
B) start off  on my knees in prayer
C) wake-up early enough to make apologetory (?) muffins in hopes of knocking off a little of the irresponsibility aura around me
D) wear Nike flip-flops with my dress pants
E) make it to all my meetings so I won't be tempted to lie about family emergencies, faulty alarm clocks, screwy email, or mental breakdowns (although I may be very close to one)