Bummer, it's still hump day

So today I woke up incredibly excited that the weekend was just around the corner. I hopped out of bed and got ready, dreading going to work but also relieved that there were only two days left until I was free to lounge on the beach all weekend. I have a limited supply of clothing down here since a.) I am "travelling" and b.) I left 80% of my luggage up in Brisbane in some hostel locker. Therefore, I try to space the few work appropriate outfits out over the week so I don’t wear the same thing to the same class two weeks in a row. I pulled on a dress after my shower only to have the strap break immediately. That's two dresses I have destroyed this week! I then picked another dress I wore last week, thinking I was going to be teaching my second class. I came into the office armed with a Red Bull and red lipstick and set about grading papers and planning my lesson. I took the folder for my other class and gave my co-teacher a re-cap of what I had already taught this week. Mid ramble I was stopped only to be told that today was in fact Wednesday and not Thursday and we were not switching classes. My earth shattered. All day I was floating on the optimism that the weekend was just 48 hours away only to have my tiny bubble burst after one sentence. I grumbled to myself and switched gears back into Wednesday mode.
Suudlused!