Unpretty

We're trying to put on our first school carnival at work, you know, trying to be white. This is the first time in 8 years that our school has had enough parental involvement to do anything. This is all well and good until we go to the planning, that always happens on Friday. I hate to say that by then I could give a rat's ass as to what happens south of the Trinity and I can't wait to high-tail-it North on IH35 and get back to Uptown and Beyond. 

The person in charge of the carnival is a real douche. I don't think he means to be, I think he just is. I totally know he's well-meaning, and I know that he's a perfectionist and I'm sure that he says the same thing about me. I'm totally sure there are scores of people in the DFW metroplex that say the same thing about me. That's why I run and work out. I keep thinking that he should do that too. I'd like him better, I could at least relate better. Here's the other thing, today he was pouting and tried to resign as carnival chair. Are you shitting me!?!?! The price of greatness is responsibility (so said Winston Churchill). And it pisses me off. We have just a little under a month until "lift off". These things take time and really we are all busy. I don't have lesson plans laminated to just pull out of my ass. Given the fact that I'm teaching in two languages (which I would think this Viet-boat child would get) he's lucky I even speak to him. 

I don't get weakness, at least outward weakness. I can't stand bitching and crying. We all are busy, we are all proud and we all want to to a good job. Basically you should just kiss my ass and realize that I'm already moving my piece of Heaven and Earth and I'm pretty fucking tired by the end of the week (yes, I scored perfect on the verbal of my SAT, and I have a potty mouth). Moral of the story? Nothing wrong with perfection, just don't let it turn you into a little, douche-y, bitch.