how the fuck did it get to be 12:30. i swear i’ve only been sitting at my desk for about 10 minutes. being a big important nothing with all sorts of temp. workers to keep busy is hard work. and i hate saying anything is hard work because it makes me feel like a barbie with all that “math is hard” sort of brainlessness.
it’s times like this where i realize why teaching never appealed to me– i have no patience, none at all. i just expect people to get it reallyquicklikethat and i get frustrated when i have to explain over and over and over again.
grrr.
i think the poor artguy is about to kill me. he’s the poor sap whose at the bad end of my impatience. we’re trying to work on these ads and he’s just not getting it and i’m just not able to explain it to him in terms he can understand. i think one of us will be bleeding before the end of the day.
If you needed to do laundry so bad on the 25th that the Bodascious Ta-Ta shirt was worn, then by the 28th, you must have been in a bra and zip-up sweatshirt… His “not getting it” might be related to his inability to stare at anything but your ample assets. I doubt he would have volunteered to go to the chalk board to work out a math problem either.
29 Jun 04 at 7:00 am #