October 10th, 2003


Going out of my feeble mind

This is getting ri-damn-diculous. I had my training sessions for my volunteers on Tuesday and Thursday. Tuesday's volunteers were infinitely more sympathetic than those on Thursday. Yes, we've moved from the ideal SMART space to the space of doom. Yes, I haven't unpacked yet. Yes, the schedule differs from last year and the whole day isn't blocked out in hours to suit everyone. I realize this. I weep for the program's shortcomings this year. I'm doing the best I can.

I've lost 4 volunteers since Tuesday. Two had no time available during the program hours, one had to leave town unexpectedly, and one flat-out told me my space wasn't good enough. That one was on Thursday. Also on Thursday was the heinous volunteer from hell (tm), who actually said, upon seeing the schedule and hearing that I'd been fighting with teachers about it for weeks now, "Well, you're not doing your job very well." Wench. And I don't mean that in a good way.

My program starts on Tuesday. My manager wants me to continue fighting with the teachers about 3 little half-hour blocks in my schedule. I told her I would try, but I wasn't promising anything. I'm losing my ability to type, apparantly. I need a nap. So badly do I need a nap...
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Care of my manager

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in
waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the
frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae.

The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm.

Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but
the wrod as a wlohe.

Pttery amzanig, huh?
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