I woke up with an adrenaline rush. I knew I would need it.
This morning I had the honor of meeting my first really horrible parent. I can think of no other way to describe her without resorting to name-calling. She actually dropped the f-bomb. At me. And meant it. I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt. I'd rather have given her the benefit of my boot.
What has 5 letters and strikes fear into the heart of any education system peon? A-U-D-I-T. Being a good little peon, I went to check the files I inherited two weeks ago to make sure they're in order. They're a mess. CRAP!
Meanwhile, after driving across town 3 times...
I get a call on my cell. I'm thinking it's a parent (good), or an administrator (bad), but no! It's only the biggest harp gig of my entire life! Sure, I've done some weddings and maybe a dinner or two. These people want to book me for an entire day! Cha-CHING!
And the week's not over yet.
I dreamed I was at a backyard party with some friends. A band was playing and I looked up to see that it was Britney Spears, Justin Timberlake, and someone else I didn't recognize. They were young, like teenagers. After their set, we were all standing around together. I turned and gave Britney a big hug and said, "I love you so much. It'll all be ok." I knew I needed to do this because nobody else was.