What if you held a party...

And no one came.

That's what happened to me this evening. (Tuesday as I write, Wednesday as you read.)

I was to provide child care while the parent and teacher committee met, they're the PTC  now instead of PTA... whatever.

I left my entire program set up, saying to myself, 'self, it's free advertising.'

I ate my cold dinner to go, ironed all the fuse bead projects my kids had done this afternoon, and looked at the clock. It was seven.

::sigh::

People were to show up between 6:30 and 6:40 with kids, I had an arrangement with the president to be there until seven.

So I put all my stuff away, made sure the iron was unplugged and the computer was put away...

And got home just a bit before 8. With a fever, sore feet, a stuffy nose and a crabby attitude.

Most of the time I love my job.

But I resent that I must offer my services in this way, and that the only time we get overtime is if we work more than a 40 hour week... doesn't matter if you work more than an 8 hour day.

And it pisses me off that I'm supposed to be back there at 6:15 on Wednesday morning. Because I'm tired and I don't feel good, dammit.

And there's no one to take my place.

However. On the good side. I learned this evening that the day care that's right next door to the school will be closing. That may boost my enrollments a bit. I would like that. :)

Taking aspirin. Going to bed.