The superintendent’s life can be a busy one.
But I know it’s the same for principals, teachers, secretaries, custodians, parents, students, and Buddy the Dog.
Well, not Buddy. He’s not that busy. Unless you count 17 hour naps as busy (I’m so sick of holding a mirror under his snout to see if he’s still breathing).
Everyone is busy, so I’m not complaining.
But lately, I have been unusually busy.
School. The Evil Spawn’s athletic career (I use athletic… and career… loosely).
This week I added to my troubles by throwing in a one-day trip to Discovery Education in Washington, D.C.
One-day and trip should never be used in the same sentence (and I just did it twice… idiot!!).
I really didn’t have time, but I knew I needed to make the time. After all, it’s Washington D.C. (you can never turn down a free trip to your nation’s capital… unless you are a communist… and if you are… I’m not judging).
The trip was good. Not great.
Blog sarcasm karma reached up and slapped me in the face. Again.
When will I ever learn?
Note to self: Don’t write a blog about what type of person you don’t want to sit next to on a flight because karma will mock you by sitting someone worse next to you the very next day.
I get on the plane. Take my window seat (which is an opportunity to be the first one to notice an engine is on fire).
And then it happens. Nope, not a lady with a baby (that’s a different blog),
A young strong woman (freakishly strong) sits down and announces "I’m the worst flyer you’ve ever met. I apologize in advance for screaming and I’ll probably grab you at some point".
Well, thanks for the warning. And for cranking up my stress level because people with brand new vasectomies always hope to be grabbed by perfect strangers on a plane.
Here’s a sentence you almost never hear people say… "I wish I had MORE swelling!"
The worst part? She screamed so loud on take off there was no way anyone was going to hear me crying like a little girl when she grabbed my man parts like a grocery bag.
Let’s just say, it was a long flight.
But it got worse.
The airline "misplaced" my luggage. Which I’m told (by them) is better than "losing" it.
I should have known there was going to be trouble. It’s never a good sign when you get off the plane on the middle of the tarmac.
The good news is they "found" my luggage.
Since I arrived at the hotel late, I got to eat dinner by myself in their ridiculously high-priced restaurant.
Who pays $14 for a hamburger?
After dinner, I retired to my hotel room to get a good night’s rest before going over to Discovery Corporate Headquarters.
I was excited.
You see, the $14 hamburger turned on me.
It’s 1:00 am. I’m in Washington by myself. And I’m face down in the bathroom eating tile.
I thought I was dying. At one point I was hoping I was dying.
I just knew I was leaving this world like Elvis.
How sad. A small school superintendent found alone in a hotel in a compromising position.
People were bound to talk.
I didn’t care.
Just stop the cramping.
Luckily, I eventually fell asleep. In bed, as far as you know.
I got up and felt like a million bucks. Food poisoning evidently doesn’t last long on the East Coast.
Maybe it’s the time change.
I made my way to Discovey and had a wonderful time.
But that’s another blog.
I’ll get to the Techbook Discovery people. I promise.