Dear Boss,
Some days, I would rather pull my own intestines out of my ass with a red hot poker than work for you one. more. day.
Love, Aims
'Time Bomb'
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Dear Boss,
Some days, I would rather pull my own intestines out of my ass with a red hot poker than work for you one. more. day.
Love, Aims
last day of MOTHERFUCKIN' SCHOOL today!
Well. I can see where one might not want to attend classes there, if that's the curricula.
Attend classes, fool? I TAUGHT them!
Fear me! FEAR ME!!!!!!!
*cccouugghhhh*
(help me?)
I'm not dead, but I am rather dark grey, and likely to skip and skim.
Brain full. I want to sleep for about two months.
Karl! Hi sweetie!
I survived my first year teaching high school! And have a contract to go back and do it all over again...in 2 1/2 months!
Woo and Hoo, indeed! Congrats on surviving!
eta: Almost forgot. Aims, I'm so sorry you're dealing with buttheads.
I'm trying to be positive:
I'm glad I hate my boss today because it means I have a job.
You are glad you have the Internet on which to take out your frustrations because jail is no fun.
It appears someone liked my resume today - I'm getting a call this evening about one I sent. Huh.
See? You scrape the barrell for some fake good news, and the real thing comes along!