the morning i was forgotten

So, today was my first day teaching in Wieselburg, and I was very nervous when I awoke this morning... New day, new school, new set of nerves.

I spoke with a woman last night who was going to pick me up this morning at 7:15 am in front of the Hospital. We discussed that I live on Hochweinbergweg, and that I pass the Hospital on Feldgasse. We decided to meet in front of the hospital on Feldgasse. I was there at 7:15. I was there at 7:30. I was also there at 7:45. However at 7:25 I became very nervous so I called the woman who was supposed to pick me up... No answer. I then called Eva Hartman, the teacher who is in charge of making my schedule in Wieselburg who had arranged the entire me getting picked up instead of taking the train... No answer. So I left a very very long message, in German.

I then waited 5 more minutes until 7:30 am when I became very agitated because I knew that if I delayed any longer I would A. miss the 8:18 am train to Wieselburg and be late, B. miss the chance to get a hold of either teacher because class starts at 7:45. I briefly debated calling my landlady, who literally was pulling into the driveway from a long weekend away when I left, but decided against it because since she locks her kitchen and bathroom with an alarm when she leaves she probably would NOT be willing to drive me to school. So instead, I called Annelie because I did not know what to do...

She arranged for her husband to drive me to school in Wieselburg on his way into Ybbs for work. I accepted with gratitude while trying to control my heaving emotional response to the whole morning. I then proceeded to wait another 20 minutes in the cold for him to arrive.

Finally he did, and I got in the car, listened to the news in German, English, and French and became more depressed with listening to the state of the World... Apparently EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE is having a financial crisis... nice to know it's not just the U.S.

To complete the morning with a flourish, he failed to stop in time and we hit a squirrel, the slamming on of the breaks caused the gum which I was chewing to launch to the back of my throat where I proceeded to make a strangled noise while hastily trying to control my esophagus while at the same time trying not to burst into tears because we had killed the squirrel, I had been forgotten, was exhausted, and had to ride to school with someone I did not know who kept farting and intermittently rolling down and up the windows... If i had not been so upset the entire situation would have been hilarious... minus the sacrifice of the squirrel.

Alas, here I am... it's 10:07 am... I am done with my day in school, (I only taught one class, because I missed the first one, and couldn't let anyone know I was going to be late...) I have nothing to do except take the train back to Scheibbs, which I won't do until 12 because the pool does not open until 1 pm and I refuse to do anymore needless waiting around today.

And SCENE.