So, I e-mailed my resignation. How yuck is that? I tried to call the school to tell them to get a sub, but no voicemail picked up, and the fax amchine never gave fax tones. I feel like a flake, but my mom is reassuring me it's not my fault.
I'm in a new school tomorrow. I don't even want to go there. I just want to answer phones. Or shuffle papers. Like what my LS did, before she quit her job to become ... a substitute teacher. WTH? I would have been an HR clerk. Seriously.
Did I mention I've grinded my back tooth down so it's nice and exposed? Mmm good. Hurts to inhale. I live on Excedrin and Acetominophen, however you spell it.
I just noticed I wrote "grinded." That's not a word, is it? SEE? SEE WHAT I'VE BECOME?!!!!!!!!!
I will just keep telling myself: I'm not a flake. I'm not.
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