No, really, I'm not.
I've been fighting off a bad cold/chest infection all week. The coughing keeps me awake half of the night, so I'm tired and crabbit at school. The final straw was on Thursday, when a coughing fit in my Year 11 class was so bad, that even the real dozy buggers at the back started to notice that I wasn't well.
|Where am I?|
After that, when I staggered back to my wee office, to set the relief for the next day (and we've got the damned to everlasting damnation for all the eternities of all values of Hell Communities Challenge with at least 9 teachers away) I was told that there was a school trip for the next day, but they didn't know how many teachers and/or kids would be accompanying them.
Sod this for a game of soldiers.
The relief job is bad enough, but I need certainty. I need to know who is going to be in, and who is going to be out. I need to book relievers in advance. I need to keep my sanity. And my health.
Seeing as I had at least 3 hours sleep last night, and that my eyes feel as if they've been poached in Tabasco Sauce and that I keep mistyping because my hacking cough make me jerk and quiver; I'm going back to bed.
Have a nice f*cking day.
(Told you I was a wee bit crabbit)