fuck this job.com

First of all, I'd like to thank everybody who responded to my very first post it was quite encouraging.

There should be a rule about Monday mornings that should go something like this: "Thou shalt not piss me off today, I shalt not be responsible for the consequences thereof." Unfortunately there is no rule.

At exactly 9.20 am the Standard Five teacher "asked" me if I could take on her post examination monster for TWO more additional sessions a week. Bringing the grand total to FOUR FUCKING SESSIONS A WEEK??!!! Those DISGUSTING, DISRESPECTFUL LITTLE MAGGOTS??!! NO! NO, NO, NO, NO, FUCK NO!!!

Ever since the little buggers wrote their Secondary Entrance Examination they act as if they're the highest authority of the school. Plus, that little fucker who interfered with my Thinkpad is in that class. Today, she brought them in, unannounced to watch a video and that little fucker walked straight up to my desk and leaned over to see what was on the screen. He looks me straight in the eyes as if to say, "Fuck you, I can do whatever I want. You're just a toy the government sent me to play with." I swear to God, I will lose my temper and slap the taste out of his mouth. He's GOADING me goddamnit.

Anyway, back to his teacher. She only wants me to do it because she's tired of the little bastards. Well guess what? I'm tired of them too. EVERYBODY is. Hard luck but I already extended their time once, I'm not doing it again. I come home every night too exhausted to do anything but sit on my couch and eat a couple of cookies because it's easier than microwaving food from the fridge. Today I sat with my knees up and my shorts slid down to reveal that I'm developing saddlebags! How the hell am I supposed to have the energy to squat them away when I'm dragging myself around after dealing with the Uber-brats? Stop this gayness, stop it right now!

Goddess out.