A joke of a day

I slept through a storm last night. Hail the size of golfs. Nineteen thousand thunder bolts shot through the air. Many houses were without power. Others burst into flames. 

Whilst this was going on, I was having my very own nightmare. I dreamt about the reality of what life is becoming. No glue sticks. No books. No white board pens. Then the latest development, no printers. 

These endless pains were coupled with the prospect of an observation this morning.  So I heaved myself out of bed and tried to get to work soon.  Yet I lost my car keys. Then behind a car that stuck precisely to the speed limit. Then a lorry. Only when I get to work, no printers are working at all. It takes 40 minutes to check all of this. With 5 minutes to spare, I mention a printer in nursery. Another teacher runs over there and back, tells me he's taking my class and the year up for an assembly giving us time to set up. 

After 20 frantic and tense moments, I've finally printed out everything.  The boss walks past. Stormy look on her face. Yet she has no response. No "sorry for putting you through this". Nope she walks up quarter to 9 and thinks everything will be alright. 

Luckily the lesson went fine. Me roasting in the front. 

This wouldn't have been the worst thing, if it wasn't for the comment. The comment "I'd like people to turn up at the leavers disco this time. I think it was only me and [enter name of TA] last year". That angered me beyond belief. So angry.

So ungrateful. No thanks. 

Speechless.