I said that I wouldn’t write here until I did all my correction. I’m lucky enough to have periods 5 and 6 off on Mondays so I sat down and ploughed through it all. The parents at Parent/Teacher night tomorrow will be happy. (Well… some of them will… There were a few essays that didn’t pass.)
Why do things not go to plan sometimes? This month I set a goal to have 10 demonstrations for the thermomix. I knew I had holidays so I could do some during the day when I had more time, though Easter and Anzac Day steals some time. Still, I wanted to do it. It’s a step in a program the company has for consultants and to my mind it’s one of the hardest, so I thought it’d be good to get it out of the way early.
I had my 10 demos booked. As of yesterday I had 5 under my belt. Things were looking sweet….
Then at recess the phone rang. One of my demos has postponed till next month. (I know… it could be worse… she could’ve cancelled. I should stop whingeing…) Still, I can’t help but heave a heavy sigh or two. The last 3 demos I have are on the last 3 days of the month, so I’m getting a tad nervous about any more people dropping out. I really want to make this goal. I have too many chickens to support.
Ok, that last bit was a joke. Still, I think all of us know the feeling when you think that you’ve got everything covered and you’re doing all you can to bring a goal to fruition and then something puts it in doubt. Next what’ll happen is my desk will catch alight and all my corrections will be gone.
After writing that, maybe I should go and knock on wood.
And now I’ve got that song in my head. Things are looking up already.