frakkin hell

The Olive Branch

Last night my friend called.  Well, his roommate.  This is a good thing.  There’s been a lot of not-speaking going on, and we’ve been friends a long time. So.  The whole tribe (there are three of us humans in the house, but that was how it was stated) the whole tribe was invited to a […]

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Monday

I can’t believe I needed a nap.  Will this never end?  Four years into this job, and this year continues being horrible.  How am I ever supposed to get anywhere if all my energy is required just to get through the damn workday? I will NOT be defeated!  I will be published, I refuse to

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Stupid Thermometer

I’m sick.  I know it.  I feel like I could melt wax on my forehead. So why won’t the dumb thermometer admit my temp is higher than 97.7? And why the hell do I care?  I know I’m sick.  I don’t need some stupid piece-o-crap to tell me so.  The facts are I feel like

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Where Are They Coming From?

And don’t go giving me a biology lesson, either.  I know that part. I got about six kids today, and more starting tomorrow.  I don’t get it.  Why the rush?  Is someone passing out free tuition coupons?  No one has tried to redeem one.  (no, we don’t charge tuition.  We also don’t have an unlimited

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Snap, Snarl, Growl

Every computer I came near today hated me.  Can you possibly imagine how much fun that was? Let me put it this way.  I do attendance for 800+ kids.  On the computer.  There’s just no way to get it done without the computer. I enroll kids.  In the computer.  Otherwise the district can’t track our

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Germs Go Home!

Like it isn’t bad enough yet.  I took a day and a half off of work to go to San Francisco.  I have things due for the district, and I’m not done with things for the school.  New lady at work is taking a four-month medical leave, and we’re supposed to have construction AND my

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Hell Is…

Hell is when your kid is in pain and you can’t do a damn thing. Just an earache (just?), nothing too horrible.  If you don’t count spending three hours cuddling a crying 8-year-old in a twin bed in the middle of the night. Yeah, I was worth a heck of a lot at work today. 

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