But I’m too sleepy. Today I came home from work (late) and fell over for two hours. Now, three hours after getting up, I’m still foggy.

However. The first week of school is over. I’ve already put in nine hours of unofficial overtime; a few more and I may be pretty well set for the year. Meaning my piles of work will be at a level a human being can actually accomplish in an eight-hour day.

Still pisses me off that it’s the only way, though. Why can’t I at least get comp-time? Oh, right–because the supervisor foolishly believes the district wouldn’t expect it of me if it weren’t possible. She’s a grown-up, damn it, she should know better. I note her desk is never anywhere close to clear…

Gotta get published.

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