Five For Friday

 1. I forgot my lunch bag at my Wednesday afternoon school, I think. I am annoyed - I have never forgotten it except once, earlier this year at my Thursday school, and I am worried that this means I am getting even more forgetful. It is cute and spring green with goats on it - I tried to find a picture in my camera roll, but when I searched 'lunch bag', I got pictures of my niece and nephew trying on hand-me-downs I brought them from my kids, and a picture of Smart Ankle Pants that I took at Uniqlo when I was shopping with Zarah and Eve and Sophie and was going to make a blog post about how we had all made really dumb statements or moves right before I saw these, and I said none of us were allowed to buy these, and it was going to be hilarious. I might even have written the post, who knows? I have no idea how these translated to 'lunch bag' in my camera's mind, but it makes me less worried about AI taking over the world. Or maybe more worried?

2. Hey, maybe all five of these can be about me being dumb, that would be fun, right? So about me working at four schools and never knowing what the hell is going on: I have never actually driven to the wrong school. HOWEVER. I HAVE marched briskly down the hallway to the washroom to wash my hands after touching a sticky book or a sticky kid, only to realize I am at a school where I have an office with a sink steps away from my desk. Also, the week of Thanksgiving where I had Monday off, on Wednesday halfway through the day I was struck by the conviction that I was at the wrong school. But wait, all my usual classes had come in! No, I WAS at the right school, it was just Wednesday, not Monday. THEN I went over to my Wednesday afternoon school, got into the school but my key wouldn't work on the library door. I had the office manager open it for me and went about my business for fully half an hour before I realized I have one card that gets me into all the schools, but I usually switch to my other lanyard for school specific door keys. I promptly moved everything to one lanyard, because I cannot go through THAT foolishness ever again.

3. My friend Jody (HI JODY) has had bunnies for years now. There was one (Slash) and then two (Slash and Axl) and then Axl died on her daughter (Eve's friend)'s birthday and it was really fucking sad, and then she got another bunny and he was already named Angus. My son is named Angus. She asked if I wanted her to change the bunny's name and I said no, don't be ridiculous, it's fine. And it is fine, but also way weirder than I expected. One time Jody went away and I was taking care of the bunny and saying "I have to stop by after school to give Angus his lettuce" was really funny. Then Slash died, which was unbelievably sad, and then Angus got sick, and we were down to one bunny so it was all hands on deck, and I was hanging out with Jody while she force-fed him because bunnies get gastro stasis because they can't barf, and if the food doesn't get moving they die, and Matt was away and I was irrationally afraid that I was going to text him that Angus was deathly ill and forget to specify that it was Angus the Bunny not Angus the Boy. This is dumb, and yet the fear remained. 

Extremely angry bunny about to be forcefed food and meds again

Extremely thirsty college student waiting for his beer

He pulled through, and has been an asshole to Jody for saving his life ever since. (The rabbit. Not my son.)

4. Referring back to the French speaking thing - when I got on the casual list for the school district, the first morning librarian sub job I took was at a school in Orleans, a part of Ottawa where a lot of francophones live. It's really far from where I live, and I would normally never take a job there, but I really wanted to get some experience. After I accepted the job I suddenly yelled upstairs to Matt "Wait, oh my god, what if it's a French school?!" Matt reminded me that the French school board is a different board, and also that I speak enough French to conduct an elementary school library period. Duh.

5. I can't think of anything else where I was specifically having a brainless moment, but I'm still having the problem where my photos keep disappearing from past posts, and I am angry at Blogger and also angry at myself for not switching to a better platform, out of fear and the knowledge that I'm not technologically sophisticated enough to fix things myself. Blarg. Also, I now think I need to keep collecting angry bunny pictures, because I am really getting into this as an effective emblem of the current mood.