amy's not here. i guess she's made her hannaford (or market basket) and home despot run. will she telepathically know i'd love to have a latte?

we're grading these special ed portfolio's right now. we actually just took the qualifying test to take them. if i don't qualify, tomorrow will be a short day. of course, they're not going to tell us if we qualify until 8 am tomorrow morning. that's just bullshit, but what i'm realizing is that this organization i work at is so disorganized that they wouldn't know if their heads were up their respective asses unless...well, continuing that metaphor would probably result in something rather unpleasant. choose your own.