OK, I've been really nice and mellow for the last few weeks.
But there comes a time (very frequently in my case) when I get really pissed off.
On of my colleagues has had a huge amount of days of sick.
|Shhh. I'm not very well. Really.|
Nobody grudges those poor sods who are really ill, but this bludger seems to take days off whenever he wants.
He sends in minimal work for the even poorer sod who is covering his (feral) class.
His class is feral because the bludging bastard doesn't even bother to work at building a relationship between the kids in his class and himself.
|If you don't like the kids, they definitely turn feral|
The result is discontented pupils and a sickly teacher.
And then when I ask the bludging b*astard to work some extra hours to make up his huge shortfall of allocated classes, he moans bitterly and then takes another day of sick.
Sometimes I yearn for the simplicity of a 7.62mm Full Metal Jacket messenger.
A dead colleague is a replaceable colleague.
Live long and posper.
Piss off and die.
Just doe the f*cking work!!!!!!