CrankyPants

I am it.

There are a few reasons.

My academy boss circulated a really disheartening email to the teachers this weekend, reiterating his ‘no eating’ thing. But snacks are OK. Along with that, no personal stuff, like  reading. But model the right behaviour. Oh, and pay more attention to the kids, asking about their lives. But don’t let them do anything off-topic.

Pretty contradictory. And I know that if I ask for clarification I’ll just bloody my nose on the language barrier, because what the boss really wants to say is  ‘Act like I have you over a barrel at an academy in Korea.’ So that’s frustrating. Because the teachers, we do a great job. We work our asses off, and it’s really discouraging to get this kind of feedback.

Enrollment is down (I think it’s primarily economic in nature) and he is anxious. But making us feel bad isn;t going to help. I’m kind of thinking of going Ronin again, and just tutoring privately. That scares me.

In addition to the work, there’s my squirrelly family. We are interring my grandma and grandpa’s ashes next Saturday and Ghastly Aunt and Bigoted Uncle will be there, along with Used Car Salesman cousin and probably Never Got To Go To University Because She’s A Girl. I suspect there will be issues. I kind of wish I had access to valium.

Because I am doing the family jaunt, I won’t be able to go to Roberts Creek for a pig roast. I have never been to a pig roast and I badly wanted to go. (More on the shenanigans later as I need to write about JP’s place anyhow.) Anyway, it’s going to be a whole pig! (stamps foot)

Also, PMS is kicking my ass. I keep seeing that McDonad’s ad, the one with the olympian and the little girl asks for his autograph and it’s for her mom? And I cry. And crying at McDonalds ads is incredibly pathetic.

So, there’s my crank. Anyone else got a whinge?

6 Comments to “CrankyPants”

  1. By Beth, September 22, 2009 @ 6:58 am

    I think I might be coming down with something. Just enough to make me cranky, but not bad enough to say that I’m sick and take a day off. Slightly scratchy throat, dull headache and last night I couldn’t get warm. So, I’m up, eating breakfast, getting ready for work and feeling hard done by.
    Whinge over.

  2. By stephanie, September 22, 2009 @ 8:31 am

    I love the thing about PMS. I tear up over commercials sometimes too, and that’s when I know Mother Flow is driving up the street.

    Good luck on the family stuff. Yeesh. Families.

  3. By rachel, September 22, 2009 @ 12:05 pm

    Now seriously, doods, surely it’s pleasanter to be tearing up at maudlin commercials than to be wanting to PUNCH THE WHOLE WORLD IN THE FACE, which is what my PMS does. Although I’m learning, in my old age, that I can channel that into heavy metal music. PMS now stands for Pantera! Metallica! (black) Sabbath! Dahn-duhhhn! Dahn-duhhhn!

    Maaan! I got a racist captcha!

  4. By cheesefairy, September 22, 2009 @ 6:46 pm

    Curious about the racist captcha b/c I got “grits po”

    I am very cranky as well. Swearing at the television like a very old person with her hearing aids turned down. The 30C heat isn’t helping. DIE SUMMER DIE.

  5. By Arwen, September 22, 2009 @ 7:51 pm

    I have been irritated and more irritated, and I don’t have any good reason.

    Well, except for my children need to be spoken to three hundred times and a high pitched squeal before anyone hears me say ‘go brush your teeth’, and then if I DO raise my voice, there’s a puddle of tears and why are you so mean, mom? GRRRRR.
    But I am more than regularly irritated at the slings and arrows of outrageous children.

    My captcha is not racist. It says 95 oxymoron.

  6. By Liz, September 24, 2009 @ 1:07 am

    Beth, here’s hoping you’re not sick.
    Stephanie, goddamn nature.
    Rachel, also, goddamn fucking nature!
    Cheesefairy, I’m also ready for fall.
    Arwen, I think even lovely children like yours are like that sometimes.

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