I’m writing this at Otherjob on Monday night. I’m going to try not to die while I’m doing it.

I got to school with 45 items on the To-Do List of Doom; by the time I’d made it from the front door of the building to my classroom it was up to 48. Like, seriously, walking down the hallway people gave me three more things to do. The list stands at 27 right now and I’m hoping to have it down to 23 or 24 by the end of the night. Hopefully we won’t be busy. (EDIT: Down to 22, only one or two of which can feasibly be done here, and I don’t feel like them. I’ve done well today.)

The manager has me scheduled until “close” and the sixteen year old kid I’m working with scheduled until 11:00, which is odd, since I’m closing this place down at ten o’clock if my life depends on it. Tomorrow’s the last day until the kids arrive and, for the first time since June, I’m actually getting paid to be there– which, of course, means that I need to be there at 7:15. No way in hell am I gonna make it to work at 7:15 if I’m at work until past eleven.

Parent night is at 5:00. I have until then to convince myself that I know how to do this. I’m in good shape, but it’s still gonna be pushing it.

Lotta stuff to get done today. Let’s hope for very few meetings.