Class this morning was a continuation of the digestive system. First of all, let me state again my pure and unadulterated impatience of stupid people. I fear that though I have tried numerous times to be more patient and understanding - I have failed. I simply can not deal with people who are to dense to look at the hand-out that they have just been given to find the correct spelling of the organ that we are studying - and so insist on disrupting class numerous times in order to ask the same pointless question of how to spell something that we were specifically informed that we do NOT need to know. Then, to top it all off after a good forty-five minutes of hearing "personal experience" stories about people's colon-hydro-therapy sessions I was ready to get out of there.
I walked to work and got there early, so I sat down and studied a little bit about the human eye before I actually started working. I managed to accomplish a lot. Actually, I finished almost everything that I had to do - though I didn't do everybody else's work (and if they were annoyed, then so be it. I might be the 'new girl' and I might be nice enough to try to be helpful when I can be - but there is a line between being nice and being walked all over. And I certainly have NO intention of being stepped on.)
Caught the bus Home - though the security guy was a jerk. Saw the english Hamodia and still didn't say anything - Can I get any more pathetic?!?!
Made Freddie a hot cocoa and helped the Dibble talk to Shosh.
We need to make cookies to take with us to the neighbors when we go for a meal on Shabbos. I wonder what kind we're going to make. I'd love to make cutout cookies and then frost them but they are so time consuming.
I brought 'Boggle' Home with me and am hoping that I can convince somebody to play with me - though my hopes are not high. (If I were in Jeru I know Shosh would play - but I don't have anybody to rely on when I'm far away in Bet Shemesh.)
I'm hoping certain people will be around for Shabbos. I mean, not that it makes such a difference - they don't really talk to me anyway.
I guess I should just resign myself to the fact that my 'life' is no longer with my family and in the neighborhood that I call 'Home' - I seem to have moved on somehow and at some point - though I don't know when.
But the real question is where exactly did I move to...