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Plus Delta

People who work for Springfield Public Schools often do a Plus Delta chart after major events.  The Plus side lists all of the positive things that occurred, while the Delta side is suggestions for changes or improvements.  I have had the ultimate of Plus Delta days.

Plus:
* Work was lovely today.
* I saw the parents of my father's first groupie (a little first grader who, after watching my dad play guitar for choir, presented him with a drawing she had made of him singing.  It's now framed in his music room.  Cutest thing ever!).
* The hot dog I had at lunch was delicious.
* My teaching partner and I had a wonderful talk and super tasty BBQ dinner.
* Only one more day of teaching this week before a much-needed work day.
* I had already flushed.
* I learned about ukeleles from a guy at Radio Shack.

Delta:
* It was hot today.  I felt icky.
* I forgot my lunch, necessitating the need to eat the delicious hot dog.  While I was happy with the hot dog I would have been happier with my sesame chicken.
* I dropped my phone in the toilet at Target.  For some reason I couldn't wait the two extra minutes to go home and use the bathroom.  The stall was small and I didn't have much room to move, and when I went to open the door the phone slipped out of my hand and into the bowl.  Does that last Plus make sense now?
* Apparently I didn't damage my battery as badly as I did the motherboard.  The phone guy said I could try to dry it out but he didn't seem very confident.  Since my phone is the only way to reach me I had to resort to buying a junky GoPhone to tide me over until I can upgrade to a new phone in December -- hence my trip to Radio Shack.
* For some reason some of my contacts didn't transfer, and most of my remaining ones showed up twice.
* No more Family Guy ringtones.

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