Not Perfect

The secret is out.  I am not perfect.  And I can say that I don't want to be, but I do!  I HATE making mistakes.  I hate getting upset.  I REALLY hate making mistakes.

In my book one of the worst mistakes you can make when working with kids is forgetting someone's award at a awards event.  I know how much it hurts the kids and it hurts me just as much because I beat myself up about it.

Tonight I missed a jazz band student and a percussion student.  Aaaarrrrggghhhh!  That drives me absolutely crazy.  And then I got chided by a mother who thought that I had forgotten her child as well.  Unfortunately that child did not qualify, but I still feel badly.   Aaaaarrrgggghhhh!!!!!!!

And I am also mad that I let things get to me.  Another mistake.  That mom got to me, but not as much as the people who I have worked with for the last 10 months who now don't even bother to say "hi" to me because I am no longer part of the group.  What I have to say to them should not be in print.  Too rude.  I hope they don't need anything in the near future.  I'll forget in a couple of months because that is just how I am.  But I am ticked off tonight.

So. . . I guess I am perfect.  Perfectly disgusted.  With them.  And myself.