Well, BALLS.
Ever have one of those days where you say to yourself, “Man, this is going to be a pretty good day! I have stuff I need to do, but it’s all neatly planned out, and when that’s done, I can relax!”? Today was one of those days.
And then I realized that I am a fucking moron.
Every year at school, we have Field Day, where we take the kids to a park, set up a million activities, feed them sugary popsicles, and allow them to run themselves ragged. Every year, each classroom has a theme and makes shirts to match the theme. Last year, our theme was video games and I was in charge of the shirts. Because this was my first time really dealing with transfers, I bought some that were not good for the shirts and which left some whitish peeling around them. Also, I did not reverse the images before I printed them, so I had to run out and buy new transfers.
This year, I’m in charge of the shirts again. This year, our theme is our school’s “Most Wanted”. I bought bright orange shirts, and everyone made a wanted poster to put on the back. The shirts are awesome, so it stands to reason that the finished product should be awesome. I was especially excited because I was able to find everyone’s size this year. Last year, there seemed to be a bit of a run on the color we needed. I even made a list of who needed what size so I knew what to buy. So organized.
This year, I KNEW which transfers not to buy, and bought the ones for colored shirts instead. This year, I was smart and reversed all the images before I printed them onto the transfers. I was going to make the shirts at home this weekend and bring them in on Monday, well ahead of schedule, since Field Day is Thursday and I have to work job #2 in the evening Monday through Wednesday. That was the plan.
This year, however, I was not smart. I (incorrectly) assumed that the images would need to be printed in reverse. I (stupidly) did not read directions first and dove right in. I woke up today, all ready to make the best Field Day shirts known to man. I pulled out the directions to see if the shirts needed to be washed first, and saw this:
“Unlike the [brand name]‘s White Transfers, DO NOT print the image in reverse or as a mirror image.”
FUCK. MY. LIFE.
So now I’m going out to buy three new packs of transfers. Also, I have to find some way to cover my ass on Monday, because I only have the images to reprint half of the transfers. So I’m going need to either admit to my coworkers and my students that I am irrevocably dunce-like and fucked up the transfers AGAIN, or come up with something that sounds plausible to cover my ass until Tuesday when I can fix the remaining shirts. I might tell them that the transfers got damaged in the rain and that the new ones require forward-facing images. And then tell the kids that the shirts need to be washed first. Yeah. That sounds good.
You know, if this story was on fmylife.com, I would totally have clicked “you deserve it,” because I’m always on my dad’s ass and Scott’s ass about not reading directions, and then I go and do it. TWICE.
I have other things to blog, too, including new yarn and a spinning failure. We’ll get to that later. Right now, I need to go get these new transfers and have a drink. A good, stiff drink. Preferably one that will put me into a coma.
