This morning I woke up to news that a sand truck had hit ice and flipped over, but not to the news that Dallas schools were closed. And so I went to work, only sliding once on the drive, but twice on my feet. Pregnant Girl On Ice, Now Showing!
I had to stay late at work for parent night and while we waited for the event to begin a coworker checked the news. Turns out the bank up our street had been held at gunpoint the previous hour. A security guard had been shot, and the suspect had been killed. All the other schools in the area had been on lockdown, but not us. We were oblivious. It is events like this that cause people to make faces when I tell them what neighborhood I work in. Or the time all of our pipes were stolen so the bathrooms didn't work for a day. Because sewage pipes hold some sort of value, I guess. Good times.
When it was finally time to leave I realized I had misplaced my keys. This only took moments to clear up, but I hate that panicky feeling you get when you realize it is 7 pm and you might have no way home and your husband has the other set of keys but only a bike and it is dark and the roads are slippery.
And that was my day. How was yours?
1 comment:
I figured you worked in a ritzy area with ritzy kids the amount of interviewing it took to get the job. Maybe they wanted to make sure you could survive the trips to the interviews before hiring you. That's probably not helping. I can't say too much living in Shreveport, LA - blunt trauma capital.
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