i hate it when i screw up

another in the i love/i hate series.
yesterday, i woke up from a nap with a shock. remember how my last post was all about how great friday and saturday were? well, they were great for a reason and that was because i was screwing everything up. well, in the morning when i was sleeping in, i was ruining part of my life.
i totally forgot to go to this real estate mandatory thing that i've been trying to get to for months and had marked down on my calendar and my dry erase board, and been reminded about a few times this week. so now, i will probably not be a realtor anymore. i'll finish with cheryl's house. even if i'm not allowed to, everything there will be fine. nothing bad will happen to her closing, but i won't be able to do anymore, which sucks, because i think i had some more business heading my way, and it would have helped me when i get ready to sell my own house.
oh well, i will look for the blessing in everything and say that this probably happened because i've got too many requirements of me lately. the only thing that sucks is that teaching is on the line too because there's all these state requirements i have to complete that i don't think i'll have time to do. if i don't get them done by january, they can't keep me on. and it's on top of everything else that teaching requires. all the workshops, lesson plans, and actual work (in which i don't get much of a break from during the day to handle this crap). so i'm feeling the pressure now.
nathan is too. i was talking to him last night about his stress level, and it turns out that he's got as much stress as i assumed he would related to this getting out of the navy/getting a real job/city stuff. *sigh*
weekends rock, workweeks suck.
i go to the pixies tonight, hopefully on monday, i'll go see roger miret, later is lars frederikson, then bright eyes in january. my 26th year is bringing in a lot of concert action. i hope 27 is just as great. it'll be tough to find a city that supports my punk rock habit as well as hampton roads, and that's the only good thing you'll ever hear me say about it. the only positive thing that has no qualifier.