I had to go to work yesterday to try to get scheduling done. We didn't finish, and my head is spinning. I'm not sure how I'm going to cover all the spots that I need to cover.
The building was a mess. The rocket scientist maintenence staff had somehow managed to cut off every hallway in the building, leaving a very small area to move in. We ended up using the principal's office because it had air conditioning and he wasn't in. But they were stripping the floors and the chemical smell was overpowering.
But we pulgged along for four hours, and made a dent in what we needed to do. The rest will have to wait until school starts, seeing they won't pay us anymore money to work summer hours (we got cut back because of budget issues - the asshole governor of Massachusetts - "we want the schools to excell - but we are slashing all your budgets".
Now this was the first day of going to work from my new condo. I got there just fine and dandy, not a wrong turn and even time for the drive through at Dunkin Donuts for coffee.
Apparently on the way home I got a bit overconfident. Actually I tried a different route, and got to where I thought I should be, but then something went terribly wrong.
Well, that might be a bit of a dramatic overstatement, but I did somehow end up several miles from where I thought I was going to come out. I knew I was in trouble when I was suddenly at the women's prison. That wasn't where I was headed. Fortunately I have a good sense of direction and have a good idea of where different side streets lead, so I was able to get on my main route and get home.
I just have no idea how I got to the prison in the first place, and what turn I missed. I think I'm going to have to do a dry run or two before school gets started.