KISS ME I’M SHITFACED!

Well, not really. I mean St Paddy’s isn’t until tomorrow per se. Although I do have a bunch of co-workers going out to the authentic local Irish pub for a few drinks. Hmm… I think after my internal tirade this morning, I’m not too interested in going out when all I have is $10 for the next two weeks. whOOps! Someone forgot to include me on plans ahead of time yet again. More than likely, it’s not worth the potential problems it could cause anyway.

Anyhoo, down to the nitty-gritty. I haven’t posted in a while. Well, a LONG while. It took today to set me into a mad hamster wheel frenzy of pissed off energy. Nevermind the PMS this week, I’m just irritated to no friggen end! The job I do these days in the school is no different than being a YC on the units. Hell, I even get shit on by some of the UCs just as much now as before I became a part of the education team. I mean I get into as many or more restraints in my classroom as the rotating staff. I do the same amount of paperwork if not more than said staff that rotates through. I don’t get to rotate.

I even have additional responsibilities like tidying up the room before and after school. Grade papers! Keep my officemate sane! Believe you me, it’s no easy task. I am always working with the same teacher in the same classroom every school day of the week. I like working with the teacher in that classroom. If there were anyone else running that classroom, I doubt I would like it very much at all. Plain and simple.

Once upon an interview, I asked about wearing shorts. I was told we could wear shorts. There was no given day of the week expectation or a required length on said shorts. Shorts that are reasonable and somewhat professional looking are ok. So no Dropkick Murphy Goth shorts with tears and multiple tacky looking chains hanging out of various pockets, I get that. I established this much last September! Can I can a sarcastic woo-hoo here?

This morning, it’s predicting a high of 65 today. In my world, that equates to the building being about 80-90 degrees and sticky humid in the building all flippin’ day long. Ugh. Nasty! So I take preemptive steps like wearing a t-shirt, pulling my hair up, and Dun-DUn-DUN! Wait for it… Wearing Hawaiian print plaid cargo shorts that hang almost below the knees, because I’m not going to attempt to wear Daisy Duke shorts. Duh, those wouldn’t be very professional would they?!

The boss lady, having noted the shorts calls me into the doorway after a co-worker walked away and proceeded to discuss the lack of professional appearance because I had shorts on and SHE COULD SEE MY TATTOOS! OH NOS! TATTOOS aren’t professional and I should only wear capris if they cover up the tat on my shin. BUT WAIT FOR IT! I have two tats on my ankle too. So I shouldn’t even wear capris because some uptight schmuck might not want to give us one of their precious little angels due to a bad impression like hiring tattooed riffraff off the streets. WTFH?!

The tattoo comment quickly degraded into education team dress code policies before the end of the day. Shorts, capris, and jeans should only be worn on Fridays and other specified times; otherwise it’s business casual khakis, cargos, and company polo or t-shirts. In my case, only jeans, because I have tattoos and those are evil things our children shouldn’t be exposed to because I might scar the little bastards more than their biological families! Christ on a cracker, it’s that ridiculous.


Tammolly~

Debating on the ultimate self-employment gig and pajamas!!!!!!!!!!


...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…