so i totally probably have the best minimum wage job ever.
i had to call carmen sandiego (the company, not the sexy (in a 90s cartoon way) monument-criminal in red trench sadly. thank god the rockapella tune has been far far from my thoughts ...til now. oh shit.) to see about shipping abroad for a desperate middle school teacher landed with american geography last minute this term.
lord help her. we all hated it even if we were from there. that would have been like Iwasko trying to sell the provinces of India as interesting. mutiny is inevitable.
but mostly i had a clean out day where i gave kids (and by kids i mean anyone under 80, especially anyone cute, who i deemed worthy of narnia swag) stickers, posters, bags and other various publicity shit i really don't need clogging up my life. the birthday 5 year old who almost cried at the spot balloon wins.
so yeah.
now i am de"smart"ed (as phil so eloquently called my new sexy-librarian look. he is retarded.) and debating kareoke tonight. shall i slip back down that path to grungy college tease? does it matter than hot sebastian is going?
ps, is it relevant i haven't had a real meal for 3 days since i refuse to shop for groceries?
pps, which is more important - the malnutrition or the fact i may now be able to pull off the skin-tight marilyn monroe pencil skirt at work?
choices choices.
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