If this coffin gets any more nails pounded into it, there won’t be room for a body. Work was so very stupid today as to almost defy belief. Seriously, a parent of a 4th grade girl phoned a teacher to complain because a 4th-grade boy called her daughter… pretty?! The daughter apparently “felt uncomfortable” that the boy called her “pretty” and “beautiful,” and telephoned the school to lodge a complaint.

I could add some additional, infuriating details without compromising confidentiality, but all that will accomplish is raising my blood pressure another notch, so I’ll drop that issue… for now, at least.

Most of the work day was spent in faculty meetings. Overpaid admin-types came to the school to spend hours explaining things that could have been covered in minutes, but they have to justify their jobs, I guess. The employee evaluation system is becoming even more invasive and time-consuming despite claims by the state that the process has been simplified.

I did not do anything to further my own aims, a significant one of which is to somehow escape this job without going totally broke. After school I reviewed my list of weekend projects – which essentially consists of the left-over, uncompleted projects from <a href=”http://www.puuikibeach.com/chamberofchaos/?p=178″>last weekend</url>. Oh, my spouse talked to a friend on the telephone who lives in one of the places to which we are considering relocating if we can sell the house for enough money to make a move feasible. She inquired about various aspects of living in the area, including seasonal weather patterns, traffic, crime rates (they don’t even lock their doors!), local businesses, and the job and real estate markets.

And I sat on the beach and wished on stars.