Something Funny Happened on the way to the Breakroom

Today was a crazy frustrating day at work.  I had multiple students who were combative and persistent past the point of ridiculous, which caused me to shriek at my computer screen more than once when the carefully crafted emails I sent them were returned with increasingly less well crafted retorts questioning my IQ.

These types of days are not my favorite, but thankfully, they aren't a common occurrence, that is to say, they limit themselves to roughly once or twice a week, and usually only happen one student at a time, instead of the 3 I had all at the same time today.

Yes, I know.  This is a trivial issue from my day.  I know people in other professions have much more challenging work days than I do, and I commend them for maintaining their sanity (or at least appearing like they have).

I did have a little ray of sunshine today though.

While performing a function of my job that requires verification of documents provided by students, I went to open the aforementioned document, only to find, not the school transcript that was supposed to be attached to the email sent to me, but instead, a recipe for Shrimp Quesadillas.

I had a good laugh about it as I crafted my email response stating that while the Shrimp Quesadillas are most likely delicious, they will not be able to assist in their request, and that I would, in fact, require a copy of their transcript.

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Okay, I just read the entire post above, and realized that it doesn't sound like me at all.

Well, it does, but not the "me" that normally writes on here...the wording above is very much "work me", which apparently sounds very different than the "me" writing right now.

So there you go, an insight into what happens while I work, and how I talk when I am there.  Take it for what you will!