Arms, helmet, work stuff

I am feeling good from a tough, scratch that, brutal Crossfit workout. You know it's gonna be ugly when you walk in and see Part A, Part B, and Part C--no rest in between--on the whiteboard. But, it was fun. And while I wish I could say my stomach has become a trim washboard (it isn't), I can say that my arms are looking kind of nice. If I do say so myself.

I picked up Merryn from daycare to take her to the doctor, and it made me giggle to find her transitioning into her new classroom (Infant/Toddler) sitting in a circle and listening to "Itsy Bitsy Spider" while wearing a yellow construction helmet. Funny little lady, already with her own style.

I wish I could detach myself a little from my job. But the problem is I care about it, a lot. I want it to be a really good place, and it frustrates me when it's not. Berena told me she'd call me today at 12:30 to discuss the schedule. This morning she texted me that she wanted to change to 1:30. At 1:55, Eva texted me and said they were running late, obviously, and changed to 2:45. At 3:42, they finally called. Now, really, I was just doing stuff at home, but I still think that was rude and disrespectful. Berena is always late and never apologizes for it, and I don't think that's okay in a boss.

We ended up having a sort of strange conversation, too, and I hope there won't be any negative consequences for it. I was a little blindsided to hear in June that Berena had asked Maryam to serve as co-chair of the English department, along with Trevor. Trevor's been doing a great job, and he's calm, democratic, and always respectful. Maryam is a wildly passionate person, one of the things I love most about her. But she can be extremely critical of other teachers and a little hasty to speak, and there have been times where I thought she didn't use the best judgment in saying and doing things. Also some stuff happened this spring that led me to doubt her word. In short, I had a pretty honest conversation with them about this new leadership structure. But I tried to be as diplomatic as I could, and I tried to express my feelings without creating a negative picture of anyone else. Well, I guess it's better to speak up about stuff, but I feel a little uncomfortable with it all.