Well, at least he doesn't feel like a failure at the end of the day. :p

Progress Report:

Work = Incomplete, not even started; F+ (the plus is for EXCEPTIONAL failure to complete tasks)

Effort = D. I at least put together a To Do List.

Maybe I should stick a list that is more like Chris' or Kevin's.

Oh good Lord.

I have this auction creeping up my butt like an errant thong....

Here's my auction to-do list:

~Re-contact all the businesses I first contacted in November and beg them for donations.
~Update my procurement committee on the progress.....haven't done it since last Tuesday.
~Total approximate dollar value of auction items thus far and email it to auction chairs.
~Write overly cheery email to the 45 families in the preschool letting them know that I now considering them on par with my creeping thong since they haven't been turning in all their donation forms. Several of them feel like ingrown hairs, promising much but delivering nada, but I'm going to keep that little nugget of truism to myself.
~Re-re-contact 60 more businesses that I've been hassling and hustling since October.
~Fax a bajillion copies of a form and a letter to the re-contacts and re-re-contacts since the managers/owners of these establishments keep dumping my forms and letters.....but keep stringing me along. I'm the thong in their cracks and I just won't go away.
~Dodge the phone calls of an obsessive-compulsive "I have no life, therefore you must not either, what do you mean you have three kids, work two days a week and you're sick, and you like to leave your house to see other human adults and have a social life and the preschool is not your life, how can the preschool NOT be your life, it's my life and I feel very fulfilled and blessed to be a part of it, it's a co-op and if you don't feel like you can be cooperative then maybe it's not a good fit for you, and I don't need any sleep since I'm not human, I'm actually a robot with zero social skills because hey how can anyone expect me to have social skills when this damn preschool is my fvcking life?" preschool president.
~Put together existing auction items into sizeable packages and "sell" them to the parents as they come and pick up their kids, drop their kids off, or any time they accidentally make eye contact with me, as per the instructions of the obsessive compulsive robot preschool president.
~Kill myself.
~Smile.
~Get drunk at the auction (April 2) and hit on the robot's husband, knowing that I have the full support of my husband who might accidentallyonpurpose run over the robot preschool president in the dark parking lot after the auction.


I might not get to all of the above......but I'm going to try my damnedest, because I'm cooperative and the preschool is my life.

Claire,

I 'snorked' my drink at "errant thong", and it was downhill from there....

LOL!!!
Even sick, you are hilarious! I bow to you, Suburban Goddess. Good luck with the auction and stuff.*

*I learned to hide from the auction idiots before Tori was out of Kindergarten, but they always nabbed me for a gift basket of haircare **** afterwards. Now I tell them to F/O, since we homeschool and all that....

My new title shall read "Auction Idiot" in my mind. :coffee:

Ponine's To Do List:
Work: Work on, calculate and write up over payments that I have yet to do since I started.
Clean up the crud around and under my desk left over by the person before me. (I got this job the last working day of September)
Find the top of my desk.
Calculate out the two folks goiung on maternity leave.

Remember to stop at the store and get something to bring to the potluck tomorrow. *I think I signed up for drinks
Check with organizier as to what I signed up to bring to the potluck.

Figure out plans for weekend, esp Saturday. Find Childcare.

Clean my room. The tub resurfacers are arriving Monday. No bathroom for three days.

Get off my lazy arse and work on my art journal

Things NOT to do:
Surf the web.
Watch the new movies I just bought.
Sit and play Toontown or Neopets all night.
Finish my book.

Things I should also do:
Go to sleep before 1am.

No, you misunderstand, dear. The Auction Idiot is :
"Dodge the phone calls of an obsessive-compulsive "I have no life, therefore you must not either, what do you mean you have three kids, work two days a week and you're sick, and you like to leave your house to see other human adults and have a social life and the preschool is not your life, how can the preschool NOT be your life, it's my life and I feel very fulfilled and blessed to be a part of it, it's a co-op and if you don't feel like you can be cooperative then maybe it's not a good fit for you, and I don't need any sleep since I'm not human, I'm actually a robot with zero social skills because hey how can anyone expect me to have social skills when this damn preschool is my fvcking life?" preschool president."

Her. We have one , too- she lives down the hill from us. She used to corner me every year, but now she acts as if I don't exist, and I see her almost daily. Must have something to do with the fact that I told her I'd rather send my donation to a school that actually needs the funds.:rolleyes:

Very bad start to the day:

Good dreams. Slept in. More good dreams. Oh, ****, I still have to shower. 30 minutes to get ready. Can do make-up on bus. HATE doing make-up on bus. HATE seeing other women do make-up on bus. HATE seeing transformation from Morning Monster face to Presentable Work face. Hate that some women seem to need this transformation more than others. Hate wearing make-up, period. Also, no time to do hair. No gel in hair. I have Mom hair today.

The good? I seem to have lost weight and, for my Amazonian frame, appear to now have a dainty waist. Or, could be flattering skirt. No, waist definitely more dainty. Though, would prefer smaller pores and clear skin to even Selma Hayek's freakishly narrorw waist.

Got to bus stop on time. Only bus was late. Which means I would be late.

Manged to get to work on time thanks to super special third bus that delivered me right to work's front doorstep.

Hair still looks like Mom hair. My own mother doesn't have Mom hair. She has Rod Stewart/Mandy Moore combo cool person hair.

Now remembering that I am wearing the bottoms to my swim suit since, because of waking up late, I could not find clean underwear.

Could not find clean underwear because clean laundry is even more strewn across bedroom floor, and not attempt to clean my room or apartment was made last night as I was too busy talking about music, books, and www.ebaumsworld.com with Rena online last night.

Wasn't even supposed to be online last night.

Or online here and now.

Ah, work. The piles are much smaller but they are still piles. Not even a cup of coffee in me but I think it's time to turn this day into a productive one.

Heh.

LMFAO. I've never done that! You win, babe. ;)

Well at least now I know why Rena ditched me online last night while I was slacking on cleaning the house by web surfing and watching Law and Order.

She ditched me for the amazon!

On the upside, I do have coffee, and have gotten other peoples work done. Just not my own.