Part 2

I was going to write part 2 later, but I'm too grumpy to wait.

Today's highlights:

• Leave house at 6:40 to get to work by 7:15 for meeting.
• Late to meeting--wreck on 288
• walk in meeting just in time to hear Stripy (named such because her hair looks like a dirty zebra's underbelly) bitching about me and about how she's going to turn me in to the prinicpals because i'm late all the time
• smile at Stripy with a smile that only a Scorpio can give. If you don't know that smile, heh heh, you will
• listen to her read from an email that she sent us previously (and that we responded to) and to her requesting that we respond again.
• meeting over by 7:30. Why did we have to be there so early?
• go down to get coffee. We only get 1 cup per teacher per day, that is if we can because they only brew one pot a day for the entire faculty (167); someone always has to make a comment about how coffee is a drug and that i should get off drugs; today, someone made that comment and offered me a free sample of Spark, a "product' she sells that will enhance my brain capability and energy level [Read: Amway for health fanatics]
• Consistent emails all day from salesteacher asking how I feel after taking the product. I didn't take it.
• go to teacher restroom--ongoing fight about how these goodies think that i'm an asshole for not pumping the towels out for the next person who might come in. Who wants a stale, germ infested towel?--towels are pumped down again despite the fact that yesterday, someone crammed the whole thing down the toilet in rebellion. There's a tip jar for the custodians now. What are we in, the fucking George V in Paris? From what I hear, the custodians make more than I do. Granted, they clean up shit, but i"m still not tipping them. Call me a bitch. I'm tired of tipping, especially for powdered large grained soap and brown paper towels.
• lunch--talked to a colleague about class last night--private conversation. An eavesdropping colleague screams out, "Do you realize that you've complained for the entire lunch period? We all can find something positive to say. I mean at least you aren't that person on TV last night whose skin is falling off." WTF? Do you realize I wasn't fucking talking to you, fuckmonkey?
• Ran into someone in the hall--"How are you?" "Fine." She says, "just fine? It's a "blessed" day." What the fuck is this with the word blessed? I get this shit on emails with little butterflies and happy music and threats that if I don't send on the happy blessed prayer, my ass will fall off and my family will grow mustaches on their inner thighs. I said, well how are you? She said, "Oh, blessed. so so blessed." Yeah, well I'm fanfuckingtastic.
• get back to computer with another email from the salesteacher and a second one from another salesteacher who guilted me into buying some stupid ring for 14 dollars. Jesus. What the fuck is with these people? This particular person sells mary kay, premier jewelry, candlefucktastic, and some other tupperware thing. I've said no so many times that she looked like she was going to cry as she sheepishly asked me. I fucking bought a ring. DO I FUCKING WEAR JEWELRY? NOOOOOO!
• I don't even know what else happened, but it all added up to the fact that i hate perky people, and I have to wonder if they are actually happy or just vapid people who actually read these little pamphlets PISD gives us from the National Emergency Association (or something like that) about how to deal with stress that tells you to pretend that you are happy so that your synapses really believe it.

Oh, and an addendum to part 1, I forgot to mention that the woman, an African American, spoke 1/2 the time in Spanish without translation because she thinks that we need to get used to a more bilingual education atmosphere. This elicited whispers throughout from Pasty and her buddies, "Whut did she sayuh?" Strangely enough, I understood her. I didn't think I learned that much from living in Mexico for a summer.