11/1/07

Tuesday was Breast Cancer Awareness Day.  At work we were encouraged to wear pink.  In fact, we were harassed to wear pink.  I don’t own any pink clothes, and on the morning of I was interrogated to the point where I responded, “I have pink eye; does that count?”  At one point, I said that near the nurse (who has the sense of humor of Joseph Goebbels), and she threatened to send me home!  I fully support the cause of breast cancer research, but I need the clothes police to back off. 

My wife and I always participate in Halloween and enjoy seeing kids’ costumes, but last night teenagers showed up at our door with no costumes, plastic grocery bags, and didn’t even want to say “Trick or Treat.”  After they left, I turned off the porch light and posted a sign stating we were out of candy.  I will not have teens showing up at my door demanding candy with an attitude.  Next year I’m going out on Halloween.

The Powers That Be in my school district work at Central Office, known to us who toil in the schools as The Palace of Shit.  Basically, those who work in the Palace of Shit are paid large amounts of money to make really bad decisions, such as replacing our perfectly good grade book software with a new program, which doesn’t work for crap.  I knew in order to be a director of whatever in the Palace of Shit, you had to have a Masters in Educational Administration, but I wasn’t aware you had to have your brain sucked out of your head as well.  I hope they will be recycled for stem cell research to find a cure for maladies, such as breast cancer, but with W as president for another year probably not.

I hate acronyms; they are always irritating and seldom useful.  FYI, I’m ROFL at this BFD.  I’m definitely not BFF with the CEO of the IRS.  TTYL