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Work was shit today. As David Byrne says,"Same as it ever was. Same as it ever was." In those few moments I wasn't being bombarded with senseless acts of idiocy, I was comtemplating how best could I reenact scenes from the movie Falling Down.
Is there ever a post that I've written in the past year that hasn't been about bitterness about work?
I have this little slogan on my Myspace profile that says, "I work at a high school where everybody hates me...just like in high school." I do not lie.
People think that it's possible to transcend the politics of high school when you graduate. Instead, you lose the acne and gain passive agressiveness. Sometimes, you're lucky and life lets you keep both. Yay.
You want to hear a funny thng? One of my closest friends at work is the school psychologist. Go figure.
Talking to her today, she le t me in on the curent gossip going around the school about me. She mentioned that a co-worker of mine was telling the teachers that he and I used to be good friends, but not anymore. I changed. I'm no fun anymore. He doesn't know what he did wrong and that he wishes we could hang out like old times. But if I didn't want to hang out anymore, and didnt' want to tell him to his face what is wrong, he's better off with out me.
For a moment, I had a flashback to my senior year of high school where I overheard my dorky high school friends in the journalism office plotting against me.
She apologized profusely and said it was a bunch of bullshit and that she was sorry to be the one to have to tell me all this. The school psychologist is teling me this. Could I even make this up?
The school hired a new T.A. He's gorgeous. He's smart, funny, and as I discovered, a real HUGE asshole. Lucky me. The one attractive man in the whole damn place and all can do is contemplate his impending doom by my hands.
Rather not get into too many details, but he laid a big stinky trap for me. I fell for it. I broke down. He got a kick out of it. I will be spending the rest of the year trying to plot out his murder without having myself connected to the crime.
Tummy problems are returning and I spent the few moments I wasn't bawling like a baby, in the toilet throwing up all the contents of my stomach. He got a kick out of that, too.
And all the loverly ladies of my school are rounding the block to get a piece of him. They can have my slice. I'm over it.
I think, anyway. To be on the safe side, I'm going to cut back the amount of time watching CSI. It's giving me too many ideas.
I'm going to Houston this weekend. I must really be having a lot of problems, because I actually find myself anxious to go home for a visit. Putting in another awful workday tomorrow and on the road I go. Going to do some shopping with non-existant funds. Going to catch up with some friends. Going to spend some quality time with the niece. Going to stay away from Austin for a few days, the birthplace of the large gaping ulcer growing in my stomach.
Alright folks, time to go beddy bye. There's nothing left to say.
-the end-
Is there ever a post that I've written in the past year that hasn't been about bitterness about work?
I have this little slogan on my Myspace profile that says, "I work at a high school where everybody hates me...just like in high school." I do not lie.
People think that it's possible to transcend the politics of high school when you graduate. Instead, you lose the acne and gain passive agressiveness. Sometimes, you're lucky and life lets you keep both. Yay.
You want to hear a funny thng? One of my closest friends at work is the school psychologist. Go figure.
Talking to her today, she le t me in on the curent gossip going around the school about me. She mentioned that a co-worker of mine was telling the teachers that he and I used to be good friends, but not anymore. I changed. I'm no fun anymore. He doesn't know what he did wrong and that he wishes we could hang out like old times. But if I didn't want to hang out anymore, and didnt' want to tell him to his face what is wrong, he's better off with out me.
For a moment, I had a flashback to my senior year of high school where I overheard my dorky high school friends in the journalism office plotting against me.
She apologized profusely and said it was a bunch of bullshit and that she was sorry to be the one to have to tell me all this. The school psychologist is teling me this. Could I even make this up?
The school hired a new T.A. He's gorgeous. He's smart, funny, and as I discovered, a real HUGE asshole. Lucky me. The one attractive man in the whole damn place and all can do is contemplate his impending doom by my hands.
Rather not get into too many details, but he laid a big stinky trap for me. I fell for it. I broke down. He got a kick out of it. I will be spending the rest of the year trying to plot out his murder without having myself connected to the crime.
Tummy problems are returning and I spent the few moments I wasn't bawling like a baby, in the toilet throwing up all the contents of my stomach. He got a kick out of that, too.
And all the loverly ladies of my school are rounding the block to get a piece of him. They can have my slice. I'm over it.
I think, anyway. To be on the safe side, I'm going to cut back the amount of time watching CSI. It's giving me too many ideas.
I'm going to Houston this weekend. I must really be having a lot of problems, because I actually find myself anxious to go home for a visit. Putting in another awful workday tomorrow and on the road I go. Going to do some shopping with non-existant funds. Going to catch up with some friends. Going to spend some quality time with the niece. Going to stay away from Austin for a few days, the birthplace of the large gaping ulcer growing in my stomach.
Alright folks, time to go beddy bye. There's nothing left to say.
-the end-