I started a post last night about how I really didn’t want to go back to work and how I was having this Pavlonian-esque response to Labor Day. My stomach was in knots and I was filled with just this dread that one feels the night before school starts. And I liked school, for the most part!

But anyway, I didn’t finish it, because whining is unattractive and to save myself from future cringing and deleting, I stopped writing. Also, laziness.

Anyway, so today was fine, of course, nothing out of the ordinary. Except tomorrow, I have jury duty. I have done everything to get out of this. I postponed it (for legit reasons) and I was hoping with all the furloughs and what have you, I would be one of those lucky people who gets to check the state website the night before and finds her number has not been chosen.

Alas, this afternoon there was a message IN GIANT RED TEXT informing me that ALL JURORS MUST REPORT.

Again, probably not a big deal. Trek down to the county seat courthouse tomorrow, waste the day away, and hope that they won’t choose me. Which of course will not allow me to even enjoy the fact that I can sit in the juror room and read, because I will be anxiety ridden about getting chosen for the jury, not being able to go to work, and I don’t know, an invoice not getting paid or the world ending, or something equally along those lines.

So now I am back to being cranky.

Do you know what this reminds me of?

The first day of Senior Year of high school. Brent and I took off after 9th, in the vapid mobile, to rage about the day. We both had Mr. Kuzma for AP US History II. Our assignment for the night was to draw a mind map about ourselves. This is exactly the type of pointless assignment that drove both of us insane. Brent was also irate because he had somehow (well, I know how. He is the smartest laziest person I know and he got Cs in AP English junior year) wound up in CP English, and it was filled with savages. Anyway, so we drove around, as we were prone to doing, and complained and whined and came up with whatever brilliant ways of denouncing things that we were so good at back in the day.

And I remember he said “Do you know what the worst day of school is? The second day of school.”

Which is totally true. The first day was usually no real work, you get your schedule, you see who is in your classes, teachers pass out books, and you think to yourself, “oh, this isn’t so bad!”

But then you’re alarm clock goes off at some ungodly hour the next morning and it’s like “God damnit, I have to do this for ANOTHER TEN MONTHS.”

It’s terrible.

And tomorrow, I have to get up SUPER EARLY and go to Jury Duty, and even though it’s only the first day back from a 3 day weekend, I AM CRANKY.

I just hope this doesn’t become a theme, like that time I was cranky for all of September/October. That was bad.