sly smile of a terrier.

The fury is at dangerously high levels today.
I began to get a sore throat during the apprentice, no doubt from choking on bile at the sight of Philip and Ben, the twin wankers, then I awoke at 6:30 am feeling as though i had lego stuck in my throat. Bloody horrible. Now I am at work feeling as ill as anything, nose running, throat burning and head full of sand. My eyelids are drooping and I can't be bothered to interact whatsoever with anyone. I 100% blame working here on my frequent and varied illnesses, the outward coughing projection of the students, combined with the powerful air conditioning is like a germ playground, my lungs are like a germ party and every germ's invited.
So that's the sitch, ill just in time for it to really be in full flow by tomorrow evening, so my weekend can be overtaken by tissue-carrying worry and head like a bowling ball syndrome.

ALL THIS and the pea-head arse face has been talking to me in the most annoying way EVER today!! I've never been so close to his face as I was today when he leaned into my computer to talk to me, but he has the most disgusting facial hair ever, I was mesmerised by it, he basically has a line of coarse pale hairs protruding from just above his upper lip, but not like a moustache, like about 10 or 12 hairs sticking out like little needles, stright out, horizontally, like he's had his head in a bale of hay. The Portuguese cleaner told me a couple of weeks ago that they looked like how the dog groomer does her terrier's eyebrows, i didn't know what she meant, but now I've been up-close, that's exactly what his little 'tash' (believe me, it's deliberate, it's not an accidental tragedy, it's a deliberate one) looks like, a terrier's eyebrow.
Anyway, with the terrier's eyebrow flapping up and down, he leant in and proceeded to patronise me so much that I almost passed out. "I'm banning people" he said " Oh,well we tried that before but we were told it wasn't allowed", "Yes,well you don't have the authority to do that, if you want it done then come to me and I will authorise it", "right." _____________pause, "They're good kids, they've just been allowed to get into bad habits" (by us he means) and so on and so on. By now I wasn't responding, just staring. Moments later a boy comes in on his phone, pea head has wandered off, " Take your phone outside calvin" I say, a familiar routine, "I will" says he, " DONt worry rose, i'll handle it later" says pea head. I then feel like I'm going to cry for about ten minutes, that's cause I'm ill, it's weakened me, it always converts things into depression rather than healthy anger. SO now I am in the back office having made a concerted decision to not speak to anyone or get involved with anything whatsoever. What is so infuriating is the arrogance of this man, we spend 9 months fighting to get some disciplinary measures installed, to keep some kind of order, to get facebook banned, to ban problem students, we have tried everything, and either been utterly ignored, or actively prohibited from doing anything. he moves his desk in and cruises about chucking orders around like some kind of library god, he eggs the students that he likes on, flirts with them, laughs with them, then he picks on the ones he doesn't like and disciplines them. He talks to me as itf it is my job to stare into the room and report people to him, the big man. I hate him. I hate his pea head, and his teenage wardrobe, his big squeaky basketball trainers and his 'baggy' jeans. He is thick. I hate his face most of all. His beady eyes like little mouse turds, his pointy lips with their hologram-effect encircling hairs, and his stupid, stupid voice, which is so effected that he must have to eat 2000 extra calories to have the actual energy to keep it up.
so that's me!On the plus side, I have lemon and ginger tea, which is lovely. and i am leaving in 6 weeks, which is even lovelier. Although, I keep skirting very close to doing something fucking mental, like pushing the broken filing cabinet down the stairs (this was a genuine thought) setting fire to a student (also genuine) or posting a message on the blog calling everyone a bunch of cunts and singling out the few who aren't and urging them to start an uprizing (most frequent of the thoughts).
But I can't do that, because I want to maintain my dignity, I refuse to pander to their 'mad woman' conception of anyone who is assertive.
I will definitely do the last one though.