A break in blogging bout my trip.

Due to this weekend holiday. This is my least favorite holiday... The fourth of July. I understand the whole idea around it. "We are free from Britain, We rule, We're number One". But it mostly sickens me when Americans go all out and deck the fuck out of their homes in red, white and blue. And where t-shirts that say "I'm proud to be an American", bejeweled or some shit like that. Why can't they just be proud that they are living and not dead or live in a third world country. Instead they have to flaunt it around to everyone else. What is that really saying about us. I don't see people in London wearing shirts that state, "Proud to be British." It boggles my mind on what we the United States have to prove to other countries that we are better than them. Oh well. I am glad that I am in London right now.

Giving up...

Sometimes i feel like giving up. Not on life or killing myself. But on work. I love my job, but the fact that i work with a controlling hag that always gets her way. Tomorrow is the yearly fundraiser which i am not looking forward to. I will be slaved around in the land of Face painting for two hours! While the other head teacher get to go around and play the game and activities with her son. Her excuse is that she could not find a sitter for her son and the father is in mexico and she just wants him to enjoy it. Give me a fucking break. I work harder than her to teach my students life skills and give them lessons that challenge their minds. She on the other hand yells at them and does nothing. She wonders why i am mad at times. Even when i ask her to help me she always needs to leave and go do something elsewhere. Well i am not the head teacher but i should be. On top of this what will happen tomorrow is that my boss will get to the point of drunk and just laugh and smile with all the parents and encourage them to buy things. Well i am going to express things about her playing favorites with teachers. And that it is Illegal for me to work that Fundraiser ever again! I am hourly not Salary. And where is it in my job description to do stuff like this. Plus my boss never listens to me or give me advice on what to do with my co worker. I am honestly lost with her and can never depend on her. She leaves work early at 9 or sometimes 10. To never return until the next morning. So when i want to talk to her about stuff i can never. I am ready to just tell people off and hope that they see wrong that they have made.

God...if you are out there... help me get past this!