Tonight I am working on progress reports that no one will read, to be followed by an evaluation report on a child I barely know. I'm still not sure how I'm going to explain that without actually saying, "Yeah, I didn't really see your kid and at this point I can't even muster up the energy to care. Here's some crap I wrote that may or may not be true. You're not going to read this document that I poured heart and soul into anyway, so what's the point?"
Tell me the truth--does it seem like I'm getting bitter?
The point is, my blog offerings tonight are few but pure. It's sad, but I've lowered myself to simply cutting and pasting from e-mails that have been forwarded to me. There's not even a picture to distract you. I trust you'll love me anyway, and understand. So here we go:
It doesn't hurt to take a hard look at yourself from time to time, and this should help get you started. During a visit to the mental asylum, a visitor asked the Director what the criterion was which defined whether or not a patient should be institutionalized.
"Well," said the Director, "we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty the bathtub."
"Oh, I understand," said the visitor. "A normal person would use the bucket because it's bigger than the spoon or the teacup."
"No." said the Director, "A normal person would pull the plug. Do you want a bed near the window?"
DID YOU PASS, OR DO YOU WANT THE BED NEXT TO MINE?
Please join me; it's lonely here all by myself.
3 comments:
oooh.I was thinking it was a trick question and the teaspoon would be the answer.i'd like the bed by the window.
LOVED the first paragraph! right on sister-woman.
here's a solution= peanuts and vodka!
Post one of your evaluations, like Doris did. You don't seem bitter, just frustrated with the system. Do you need a different job? So much of what we do is for covering someone else's butt - or to avoid lawsuits - or to satisfy some insurance company bureaucrat - not really related to the useful parts of a job, no? No wonder we need loony-bin beds. How are the kids really doing?
oh ho no. that's waaaaay too much like math class for me! "if johnny has to get to the 7-11 four miles away within fifteen minutes how fast does he have to go and does he choose a tricycle or a jet pack?" noooooooo thanks! i NEVER get this kind of stuff. count me in the bed next to yours.
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