When I need to vent before I kick someone.
I’ve been known to bite, too.
In hopes of catching any Google searches and such: Start of School. When School begins. New school year. Back to School. Okay, to the news flash–school is IN, people. It’s happening RIGHT NOW. If your offspring is still loafing out back in his cut-offs and blown-out sneaks, run him through Target and get him some […]
I’ve given up on getting the packets ready to file, I’m just trying to get the paperwork my administrators and nurse need separated from what stays with me. That and getting all the packets in the right boxes behind the correct letters. Someone who helped with registration was filing by student’s first name. Someone else
What sucks even worse, is when you shouldn’t be living in poverty. Excuse me, I work full-time at a good job, I don’t have five kids, I don’t go out partying or buy expensive clothes or drive a brand-new car. (My car is old enough to get a driver’s licence.) My computer is over three
Today I reached a point I haven’t seen in a long time. At least, not this far into the school year. Today at about 11 a.m., I just–gave up. When it hit me that I had been at work for three hours and I had not managed to complete one task, I just–gave up. Fluck
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I’m not blogging. I don’t have anything to say. It’s just been too long and too rough a day. But. FYI, it’s indecent how easy it is for kids to learn the “forward roll bounce up with a blow” move on the purple belt test. Hope tried and tried to show me how today, and
Today I reached The Point. This deadly Point at which I decide that I don’t care who you are or what you want, if you can’t show me where it says in my job description that what you want is part of my duties, get the *bleep* out of my office. Honestly. I don’t think
Schu is evil. Oh, wait, I said that, didn’t I? *snicker* I’m blogging the next morning again, but I’ll set the date to Friday, ’cause this will (mostly) be about Friday. Though I do want to say it seems like someone’s got a nasty sense of humor. I’m a night owl, (isn’t that redundant? C’est