I’m home sick today. The side of my neck is swollen & sore. I’m tucked into the couch, watching the Today Show, when Harold calls. “Evan has to have his enrollment papers in today. It’s District Count day,” he tells me. Great. My plan was to do the paperwork tomorrow, when I dropped Evan off for speech. We debate about who will do this task. I decide to go as Harold has meetings booked all day & if he has to rearrange his schedule, that means someone else must do the same.
I haul myself up & go try to make myself look a little less, well, scary. Brush teeth and hair, put on lipstick, open front door. It’s raining. Lovely. I call the Board of Education to see if we can do this tomorrow. The receptionist hangs up on me by accident, so I punch redial. No, they say, it really needs to be before noon today. It’s District Count day. They will be in trouble if forms are missing. The registrar lady is very apologetic & a bit horrified that no enrollment forms have been done. She seems enough like me (obsessed with paperwork) that I feel sorry for her.
On the drive over I get to hear “Fast Car” by Tracy Chapman, which I haven’t heard in ages. I am thankful that it only takes 7 minutes to drive all the way across town even in a slow car. I can’t seem to find the correct building. A few years ago, our school district built new buildings and all the schools are on one giant piece of land. It’s very convenient except that some of them are not clearly marked & they all look the same in a beige-y kind of way.
I find the Board of Ed. & run through the rain into the building. The registrar is nice and again, very sorry for inconveniencing me. This makes me feel good. I must emphasize that it is extremely rare for apologies to be issued when the agencies we have to deal with mess up. So I greatly appreciate her attitude.
Ten minutes later, all is in order & I am on the way back to the couch and a hot cup of tea. I decide to treat myself to a pay-per-view movie for my efforts today. I am definitely going to choose a comedy!
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