Merlicious

Shouldn't ALL merlots be . . . .

Can you do this?

This woman is her own instrument!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3opU4nCLAOY

Score!

Though my wrists were slapped yesterday, it was worth it as Opie has responded quickly to being thrown under the bus. His office has researched the problem and the teachers are supposed to get their checks by Monday.
His reply to me was to forward any concerns directly to him or his assistant (which I tried to do but she wasn't there). It was actually rather positive despite the tire marks on his back. So Opie says to report things directly to him. My principal says to forward everything to him. Wow, everyone wants to hear from ME ME ME!

Ouch, my wrist . . .

After dropping my f-bomb yesterday, I proceeded to email all of the teachers who didn't get their extra pay an explanation. In a nutshell, I turned paperwork in to Opie, it sat on Opie's assistant's desk, vois la, no pay for all of you. Addressed to all teachers concerned, cc'd to Opie, my principal, et.al.

Today I'm told to direct any problems directly to my principal as Opie did not appreciate being thrown under the bus. "You mean the same bus that I'm laying under?" Well the email was placing blame at Opie's office. "It WAS their fault." Opie wanted the chance to investigate. "I turned things in BEFORE it was due, emphasized the importance of getting this done in time and it wasn't done; therefore, their fault." Just contact ME in the future, not my boss.

Okay micromanager. I will make sure that the rain is only on YOUR parade.

I swear . . .

I'm no prude by any means, but I try to keep my language as decent as possible among my friends at work. Today, I lost it. Dropped the f-bomb in the middle of our workroom. Working in a large urban school district is like trying to push watermelons through a sieve. No matter how hard you push and try to make it happen, it won't. Our relatively new superintendent is recruiting his youthful minions to affect much needed change/improvement in our district. One of his recent hires, Opie Cunningham has been an extreme disappointment. Today I find out that paperwork that was submitted one month ago to pay 35 teachers for working the Saturday and Sunday before the first day of school to set up their classrooms has been sitting on his ASSistant's desk. I get the paperwork completed a full week before it is due and today, payday, the teachers were not compensated for their extra time. They had to come in on their own time because the district was not able to complete renovations to a group of portable classrooms. This is NOT the first time that district employees have dropped the ball. Oh, no it's a way of life for them.

What comes around . . .

Bohemoth hair accessory. Blue polyester faux silk brocade jacket w/Imelda Marcos puffed-sleeve treatment. Silk ankle-length twist skirt. Blue Birkenstocks

Never throw any fine fashion away because it will always come back . . . like a bad canker sore or dengue fever. But I selectively follow this mantra and save a few fashion gems in the recesses of my closet, because one just never knows.

As a teacher, I work at a school that has different celebrations (homecoming, Halloween, Ethnic Celebrations, etc.) which might call for dressing up in some sort of theme. I have intermittently participated through the years, having shown up to school as a punk rocker, Buckwheat, a groovy gal from 70's and most recently I rocked the 80's. Did I go out of my way to purchase a costume? No, these fine ensembles were all just hanging in my closet. Proud? Maybe. Disturbing? Definitely . . .

Bad hair life

When I think I'm having a bad hair day, I just have to remember this and I feel just a little bit better . . .