just hoping for the best

i hate fucking up on the first day.
or in this case, even before that. and at this point there is nothing i can do about it. nobody answered their phones today or returned my messages to offer any help. so now i just have to wait until tomorrow and hope that this won't set the stage for a terrible quarter. i have 8 more hours to think about it before admitting that i'm not prepared. i think that of all the feelings in the world, that is my least favorite. it's at least way up there on the list of bad ones.

on an entirely different and much better note, michele says that i should make it happen. you can all feel free to pray that it does.

i'm going to go fold laundry for a few minutes to try and calm down before attempting to sleep. the only thing worse than being unprepared for a 12 hour day of really intense stuff is to also show up already exhausted.

at least i'm just going to children's and not the guillotine. i mean, that would be a lot worse, right?