How Times Have Changed

My has it been a long time since I posted about the joys of being a librarian. So much has happened and yet, alas, so much hasn't.

I'm pleased to announce my very posh, so far up its own arse it can clear its own throat, place of work is going rather quickly down the proverbial shitter. Since all people of importance have jumped or are in the process of jumping ship there is little left of the religious morals and history the school boasted. Instead its been replaced by a bunch of half wits who are more preoccupied with piss ups, cake and rosey pay packets than actually working to some sort of level.

Oh and just off on a tangent. All thos public school teachers who keep striking for money. Fuck you, fuck you all you undeserving cunts.

Anyway, the new Principal is a joke. Its like they've put an 8 year old in charge of the school and all he does is giggle at poo jokes. We've got a new supply ordering type lady who is useless. She never has anything we ask for, never gets off her arse and has no experience in working in a school. I think she may have won her job out of a cereal packet. Then we have the loss of one glorious english teacher overseas and my favourite is retiring. This loss of literature passion and experience is being replaced by some silly little blonde straight out of uni. Who, and this is on a side note, has a tiny waist and hugely fat legs. The head of the junior school is getting the boot, but we'll live with that. The head of middle school is leaving too.

WHERE'S THE PEOPLE WHO KNOW HOW TO RUN A SCHOOL?!

Worst of all the library assistant who has been there for ever is leaving. She decided to resign after a shitty week or fuckface year 12s. I can't blame her. I fear for my own sanity being left with my boss. I hope her replacement is competent and far more experienced than me otherwise there may be a mental breakdown followed by a bloody beating with a Bible.

Aside from the entire fuck up of the school hierachy, I've been trying to do that library course I signed up for. Jesus fuck its boring. I mean its truely, wrist slittingly tedious. I'm a little behind in my work because I have an absolute lack of care.

Finally, the boy who is obsessed with Hanna Montana/Miley Cirus and happily calls teachers paedophiles, you make my day, you do.