I woke up way too late today. That's because I woke up in the night for a couple hours. I had woken up thinking I heard someone knock at the door. It was rent day but no one would pay their rent at three in the morning would they? No, of course not. But by then I was wide awake so I got up and had a little pastis to knock me back out. (It's like sambucca but not as sweet.) That seemed to have worked a little too well. Good thing I don't start until 11 today.
Yesterday I finalized my contract with the college and the lady I'm working with told me she gave my number to another college and to expect a call. It seems they need a teacher for their evening classes. "You're going to be very busy next year," she told me, "so don't forget who got you first." Apparently, she envisions administrators fighting over my services. This made me panic inside a little as it always does when I feel like I'm too busy. Again, what recession?
You know what I am already sick of this year? The requests for money for charity. Yesterday, I was hit up 11 times, I kid you not. It's bad enough the United Way drive going on at all the places I teach for the month of November, but now since it's Christmas, there are a dozen new charity drives. Ugh. I keep consoling myself by saying, "This is good practice for saying no." I've always had trouble declining requests but I've just got to these days. When I see the big donations from anonymous donors, I think, "Part of that is on my behalf," and then I feel better.