it's like, I don't really care for Hello Kitty, I've never really desired an assault rifle. But I neeeed a Hello Kitty assault rifle!

Is Stewie Little gonna be there when I get there?

'cause he won't be fuckin' anybody in *any* way for a long time if he is.

I need one right now.

Seriously. I'm so close to choking a bitch it ain't even funny. He's lucky he's snowed in in Cleveland.

So today is a half day for students because we are taking semester exams. At the end of the day there were still a few students finishing their exam and then several other students came in to get help with their individual events for upcoming Drama festival.

Administration decided they were going to have a 'pot luch' lunchon today for the teachers. I don't like these things. It's a waste of time when I have a ton of work. Nothing was said that there were going to be a meeting, also.

I ran up to the front office a bit ago to run copies of an exam for tomorrow. Draconian Dictator saw me and had to talk.

DD: Ms. G_G

Me: (cringing) yes

DD: Did you get enough to eat at lunch?

Me: Pardon?

DD: Did you enjoy the food at the lunchon?

Me: (making the snap decission not to lie) I ate in my room.

DD: you weren't at the lunchon?

Me: no. I had students finishing exams. Several other students were waiting on their rides and a few others needed help with their IE's.

DD: Well, when we have these activities it is very importatnt that you make every effort to be there. We had a meeting and went over dates and information that you will need to know for the rest of the year. You will have to find someone to go over this very important information with you. In the future you need to be at any meeting. (his tone implied, because you are a stupid female Drama teacher and can't make any choice without someone guiding you)

Me: (on the inside) Yeah, I'm sure you were going over the dates I've already heard at least 50 times and we will get endless e-mails about.

jeez is he that passive-aggressive all the time? (I'm assuming he was at the luncheon and knew perfectly well that you were not)

No, he's leaving now.

Angry. Angry.

I've been going around and around with our "special projects manager" over our e-mail signatures.

Monday, late, she called asking about putting an image in an e-mail. I told her I didn't really know how to do it; she kept asking and I kept repeating myself. Then she asked about preparing an image to be used in an e-mail and I told her if she sent me specs I'd do one for her.

I discussed this with my boss and sent him a list of reasons why what she was asking wasn't technologically that good an idea (requiring everyone to send e-mails in HTML format, including an image - high-res, 'cause otherwise it's not SHARP enough - using a fancy font for the signature, etc.).

Then, the other day, again late in the afternoon, she e-mailed everyone an HTML file saying we all had to change our signatures to be like the one she sent.

It was an HTML e-mail and the text showed up, but there was a missing image icon showing. I sent back telling her this ... and she trotted down and told me to check the file she'd placed on our network. The same HTML file ... and, again, no image. She was hanging over me, leaning on my chair and shifting from foot to foot, swiveling the chair back and forth ... which really pisses me off, so I told her to stop it. She got offended and went back to her desk.

A little later, she calls and asks about how to get the image to show up. I said if she really wanted to have it visible to everyone, she'd probably have to load it onto our web site and link to it. Which lead to a conversation of "where should I put it" and "where do you want to put it". I really wasn't in the mood to be helpful.

Yesterday she sends an e-mail around with a Word file attached, saying everyone had to change their signatures to match what she had with, yes, the fancy font and the image. And she's getting insistant that everyone set up their signatures to match HER style.

um, NO. And if she keeps pushing, I just may cut a bitch. I have my santoku knife in my office and, if pushed, I WILL use it.

GG, SO impressed you didn't say "yeah, teaching kids really messes up meeting schedules, doesn't it?"

Y'all should consider a Strangers on a Train round-robin of assassination

Grrrrr! Last night GF noticed not 1, not 2, but 6 broken and repaired maquette statues (a Samurai Jack set and 5 Star Wars Clone Wars). Thanks, cleaning crew! I just sent the total we ain't paying to cover the cost and it's $830. Fuckers.