Back to the Grind

Oh the underwhelming joy of returning to work after 2 weeks away from the cesspool of stress, sweat and painful stupidity.

Thankfully most of the stupid stayed home and the day was almost peaceful. Although, it could have just been that it was hot and because we don't have an airconditioner (yes no airconditioner in the Australian summer...great thinking fucktards!) that everyone was delirious from heatstroke.

I spent most of my day working through an exciting pile of Year 9 religion books and racing back and forth to the book hire room to hand out class sets of novels. This is always fun because the little shits never have their library cards or have stupid foreign names I can't spell. Today one teacher called to request a couple of books or his Year 8s in lesson 4. I organised the books, filled out the hire forms and printed class lists.

He didn't show.

The next lesson I had two classes booked in to get novels but low and behold, who turns up. "Oh I accidentally picked the wrong lesson..." Thanks so much Douche now I have to deal with three classes all wanting books at the same time and its my FUCKING LUNCH BREAK!

Actually Douche has also made a habit of talking on his mobile phone, all lesson, in the library. Seriously I want to take it and shove it up his Itallian arse and then have it ring until the battery goes flat and/or his rectum collapses. I mean not only is it annoying but its just damn rude.

On the upside I caught up with my favourite African Kid who told me how he spent the last 2 weeks back in Africa, in a tent. It was the worst holiday he's ever had. He hates tents. Methinks he should be grateful he gets to come back here and isn't stuck there like the rest of the suckers huh? Oh and he asked if during the summer holidays I was going to get a job at McDonalds...