That time of the month rant
It started yesterday morning, when i rang the Italian Embassy to get some information about the documents I need to sort out, and I was basically told I am an idiot who cannot read instructions, and gifted with a rant about stupid people people who read the instructions and yet dare to ring the information number for information.
Mmmmh maybe if people read the instructions and yet call you it's because the instructions aren't clear, you moron?
I went to the FCO website later on and even if the news I found about waiting times weren't all that good, I did not feel the need to call them. Because the instructions were clear.
I went to the street market with a friend afterwards and I did come home with strawberries, tomatoes and sausages. And sunburn, and bruises on my calves left by mothers using prams as tanks against everybody standing between them and whatever bargain they are after, not mentioning bicycles. The market does offers extensive bicycle parking spaces. If you are afraid they are going to steal your latest model mountain bike, get an used one that will take you as easily from home to market and back. I do need my ankles more than you need to show off thank you.
Got home and found out that one of my favourite communities had been taken over by the most pointless and idiotic wank, ever. A total storm in a teacup.
Then I had to rush out to undo some damage done by bad English teaching. Now, I may not be the best teacher in the world, or the one with most experience, but even I know that using a pink pen instead of a red one to mark a paper does not make your signs less angry. Especially if you do scream to the kid in front of the whole class.
Plummeting votes? Maybe one of the reasons is the fact that your teaching has completely shattered the confidence of an A grade student?
The evening went much better, thanks to my lovely![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ebi_chan and cheesy reality shows with a dommy John Barrowman. That man can hit my kinks everytime he wants.
All in all it wasn't such a bad day... just one of those days in which I have low tollerance for human ability to make their own lives and the lives of those around them miserable. And I for sure feel better for having let it all out.
Mmmmh maybe if people read the instructions and yet call you it's because the instructions aren't clear, you moron?
I went to the FCO website later on and even if the news I found about waiting times weren't all that good, I did not feel the need to call them. Because the instructions were clear.
I went to the street market with a friend afterwards and I did come home with strawberries, tomatoes and sausages. And sunburn, and bruises on my calves left by mothers using prams as tanks against everybody standing between them and whatever bargain they are after, not mentioning bicycles. The market does offers extensive bicycle parking spaces. If you are afraid they are going to steal your latest model mountain bike, get an used one that will take you as easily from home to market and back. I do need my ankles more than you need to show off thank you.
Got home and found out that one of my favourite communities had been taken over by the most pointless and idiotic wank, ever. A total storm in a teacup.
Then I had to rush out to undo some damage done by bad English teaching. Now, I may not be the best teacher in the world, or the one with most experience, but even I know that using a pink pen instead of a red one to mark a paper does not make your signs less angry. Especially if you do scream to the kid in front of the whole class.
Plummeting votes? Maybe one of the reasons is the fact that your teaching has completely shattered the confidence of an A grade student?
The evening went much better, thanks to my lovely
ebi_chan and cheesy reality shows with a dommy John Barrowman. That man can hit my kinks everytime he wants.All in all it wasn't such a bad day... just one of those days in which I have low tollerance for human ability to make their own lives and the lives of those around them miserable. And I for sure feel better for having let it all out.