25 May 2007

I used to love him,
But I had to kill him
I had to put him six feet under
And I can still hear him complain.

I used to love him,
But I had to kill him
He bitched so much,
he drove me nuts
And now I'm happier this way.

Sometimes, it's good to be bad. No, I haven't actually killed anyone but the kind of week it's been? Someone will probably die at my hand. It's good it's Friday afternoon because that means I probably won't be killing one of my students. Although after today in 3rd period, I know who I'd bump off.

The last week or so has been weird. As much as I loathe the person I work for, I like the people I work with. They are a great group of people. Who else could manage to talk about the Bud Light Real Men of Genius ad campaign AND the importance of a good benefit package all at the same table? Only the people I work with. And as frustrating as my students are, I do have a pretty nice bunch of kids. I started loading my car with boxes today and it made me a bit sad. Sad because things didn't work out. Sad because I have to start all over again. Sad because GOOD GOD where am I going to put all of the crap I've collected over the last 9 years?? The car is full and my classroom is still heaving. Yet I've always claimed not to be a packrat teacher. I think I'm becoming one.

But back to my irritability. I think it's hit me that it'll be a while before I go back to England for more than a visit. I'm glad to have a job here because I really didn't want to sell my house in this crap market BUT I feel so weighed down. The responsibility of a house, a mortgage, a car, family. Meh.

This sums it up rather nicely.

Doesn't it?

Oh but here's something hysterical to end this. There's a guy I used to be acquainted with like 8 or 9 years ago , back when I first started teaching. I nicknamed him The Junior because we also worked with his father, Senior. A guy who was the Jr's friend worked with me and we were all the same age, etc. The Junior a complete tool. I never got along with him because quite honestly, he thinks he shits ice cream. He hasn't been able to keep a girlfriend for longer than a few months because he always does something to muck it up. He's arrogant with no reason to be. He's not cute, not as smart as he thinks he is and has his MA from an online university that has a reputation for simply selling diplomas. See? Tool. So several months ago, I put my ad back up on match.com. I've met a few people from there, but nothing serious. I always check who's been looking at my profile. Low and behold! THE JUNIOR is on the prowl and checked out my profile. Now, granted, we haven't seen one another in several years but it was still him, pompous and obnoxious even in his personal ad. He claims he's 'spiritual but not religious'. Uh, if he's spiritual, I'll eat my shoe. He also said he's a 'social drinker, maybe one or two'. Now, people who know me well know that I'm a light drinker. I don't like being drunk or having the hangover afterward. This guy can put away an entire pitcher of beer at one bar and then head to another bar for some more. He drinks like a fish. He also failed to mention what his living situation is. I guess it's embarrassing to admit that he lives in his parents' old house with his younger sister. Oh, and the house smells like cat piss. And Heather once found a used tampon on the bathroom floor next to some dirty panties.

Yeah, sign me up for a lifetime of that.

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