I like feta. Jalapeno pepper jack, too, or muenster.
I could use some good cheese with my whine.
It's only 8:23 p.m. and I can barely see this screen and I'm ready for bed.
It's been like this all week, 12 hour workdays one after the other. Today we had an "incident" in the school district where I work and I was literally talking to media on the cell phone while the office phone rang off the hook with parents calling in. As soon as I hung up from one, the other rang, and that annoying recorded voice was busy all day telling me, "You have ... xyz ... new messages."
And when I wasn't answering the same questions over and over again on the phones, I was standing in front of tv cameras repeating my mantra. "The district has blah blah blah."
And so I am tired, very very tired. My head has throbbed for two days. And I realize this is a depressing, useless post, but this is why I haven't visited any of my blog friends today except Lyn.
I need a weekend, a real weekend, not another one in which I am sucked back into the job whirlpool again. I need a vacation. I need some nice, salty feta cheese with my whine.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Some cheese with my whine
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5 comments:
Whine away ECD, whine away.
Being a Raver most of the time is great but sometimes nothing feels better than a Rant to let it out.
Bless You, Empress.
What hilarious to me is that, having been through Columbine, every district says, "The district blah, blah, blah." No matter what happens - same line! ;)
Never thought I'd enjoy someone's whining - but I did!
I usually take some queso fresco (Mexican fresh cheese), or the jalapeno pepper jack will do just fine...
;-)
Claudia: People are creatures of habit ... and of imitation.
Pixie Dust: You're too kind!
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