I had a little "drug problem". Kidding.
I was in jail. Not really.
I've got so much to tell about what goes down where I work but I can't tell you anything because it's "confidential" and I have to be "professional" and writing about work in a blog is the stupidest thing to do.
So yeah, things happened. I didn't write about them. Because most of my writing is basically just whining.
Stuff that happened to me that was not work-related:
- Okay, first: I got my eyes lasered. YES! I agreed to being put under a LASER and have it cut into MY EYE! I did this on two separate occasions - mostly for the T3s. Now I can see. It was weird at first, going to take my contacts out at the end of the day only to happily realize that I wasn't wearing any! It's a similar euphoria to realizing that you aren't wearing underwear.
- Second: I got put on a waiting list to have a hysterectomy but now it's been so long that I've convinced myself I don't need one. Hello uterus - could you please get yourself together? Thanks. I'd appreciate it if I could have a few more years before going menopostal.
Which is pretty much why I haven't written anything for so long. I'm SHACKLED by professional confidentiality. There's got to be a way around this...
Given what I do for a living, an outlet for rage is important. Nay, critical. Because otherwise it turns inward and you become the Crazy Ass French Teacher (CAFT), and everyone has had one of those.
Consider me to be on the slippery CAFT slope.
Save me!!!! Alors, tout le monde....conjugez le verbe etre.....AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!
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