I realized today that all my friends who are teachers are on Winter Break. And I hate each and every one of them. I don't care what anyone says - teachers have it easy. (Bring on the arguments people!)
Last Friday was my holiday party at work so today was the debriefing. And I have to say, everyone was really mature about describing the after party. Even though, for those of us who were there, we knew that at times, it was anything BUT mature. (And I learned it's easier to prove sobriety if you can walk a line with your hands in your pockets!)
I wonder how many people in the Midwest are sitting at home, watching the snow fall outside, praying that there is so much that they don't have to go to work tomorrow. I wish I could be one of those people, but sadly, I own a Jeep Liberty so I have no excuse.
Speaking of driving, on my snowy drive home today I saw a guy try to play Spin the Bottle with his car. Silly little Toyota.
For those of you who don't follow me on Twitter (shame on you!) let me bring you up to speed on the battle raging in my apartment. On Saturday, I noticed some evidence that I might have a mouse. So I did what any card carrying member of PETA* would do and I bought me some traps. Within an hour I had snapped one of those little suckers. When I woke up this morning, there was another one. Both are now residing on my frozen patio, turning into what I called "micicles" or, what my coworker called "stalagmice". (I work with some damn clever people!)
Where is my red pen? How can I make corrections to papers if I don't have my red pen? Because I don't think my normal choice of purple ink really inspires the fear that it should.
~ The Office Scribe
* PETA = People Eating Tasty Animals. Come on people, I was a butcher!
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The Stalagmice thing sounds remarkably like something my husband would come up with.
It does but he didn't. Though he was in on the whole e-mail chain in which it what mentioned. Started with the eclipse, ended with me talking about dead mice. It's how most conversations happen at work.
What if I told you I was a teacher? Would that make a difference to your post? Hmmm?
Well, it doesn't matter, because I'm not and I totally agree with you. The hell? :)
So if you were a member of that PETA, why didn't you eat the mice? Frozen micicles. Yum yum. Well, maybe to you anyway.
Because the "T" in PETA stands for TASTY. And something tells me this little vermin aren't very tasty. Hell, I threw one outside last night and NOTHING ate him.
Yeah, but you don't know until you try it. I thought the same thing about frog legs and then I had them, and they tasted just like chicken ;).
Not a big fan of the dish called "The Three Screams"
Three Screams - Asian dish where baby mice are dipped in chili sauce (scream 1), then picked up with tongs and put into a vat of hot oil like a fondue (scream 2) and then eaten whole (scream 3).
You are fortunate that you can put the trapped mice outside in the cold and simply let them freeze to death. Here in Sunny Florida the SOP is to throw the whole megillah, trap and all, into the pool. So instead of micicles, we have have swimming lessons - with very few graduates.
Yes, teachers have at least three months off per year. When a teacher freind whines about how underpaid they are I ask, "How much of a raise would you like?"
"25% or 33% is a nice number."
"Hey, what a coincidence. That's how much more you'd make if you worked TWELVE months like the rest of us."
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