When I was still in school I worked at an elementary school. I worked there for a reeeally long time, and was one of the first people hired to work in the before and aftercare program they were starting up.

Another one of the first women there was Mrs. Gladys and she was about 300 years old. She looked after the kindergartners and was terrible at it, those kids were always raising hell. When she served Cheetos for snack, she went around with orange teeth for the rest of the day.

Once I told her that I had a dream about this damn place and she told me that means you’re working too much. Well, last night I had a dream about my current job because I need a fucking vacation like no other and couldn’t be any sicker of this place. It’s simply impossible. Weekends are not long enough and even if I weren’t having to train our new designer (although sometimes it feels more like teaching ) I wouldn’t be able to because we’re just getting started on a magazine.

Great. That means I’ll be here even MORE than normal. Can you tell how excited I am?

Filed in COMPLAIN COMPLAIN COMPLAIN on Wednesday, August 20, 2008 ·