Various folk have annoyed me this week. When people annoy me I tend to get moody and resentful, and then I fume inwardly whilst hatching evil plots to annoy them back. If I’m annoyed with you I’ll probably refuse to look you in the eyes and I’ll stomp around for a bit, all the while pretending that everything is fine, just fine. I won’t tell you that you’ve annoyed me.
With all this pent-up frustration and anger bottled up inside me I’m very probably a potential heart-attack victim. Shucks.
For Annoying Flirtatious Teacher
For forty-five minutes each week, I have to support you with your Year 10 PSHE class. Great. But please, I’m a Level 3 Teaching Assistant. I’m an intelligent woman with as many qualifications as you have. I am not your Personal Slave for that lesson, and as such I would really prefer it if you didn’t make me do all those stupid little things whilst you’re sitting there giggling with the boys. Giggling. Pffft. By making me switch on computers, move tables, run around copying bits of paper, getting out felt tip pens and asking me to go on a search for milk and butter (?) you’re subconsciously telling the students in the lesson that I’m a lesser being and not worthy. When you consider that I have to teach these kids English and Maths on a 1-1 basis, this really irks me.
Also, I used to teach PSHE (as well as History and RE) and I don’t think that laughing whilst looking at pictures of mens bits is that professional, regardless of the nature of our students and their reasons for being with us. I’m also aware that one of the most important rules in the PSHE classroom, especially when regarding topics of a personal nature, is that nobody should be scared of asking questions when they don’t understand something. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t give me dirty looks when I suggest such a thing, nor then be sarcastic to me in front of the students.
You’re a bully.
For Annoying ChavBoy Driver
Once upon a time your sister suggested that as you drive through FlatHickTown on your way to and from work, you could pick me up and drop me off. You do realise that this doesn’t make my life any easier, don’t you? I would thank you for the apology that was offered me on Monday when you suddenly realised at three o’clock that you couldn’t take me home. I would thank you for the realisation that I have a life too, and that maybe I’d made plans for Monday evening which would be ruined by the fact it would take me an extra two hours to get home. I would also thank you for the fact that you managed to tell me yourself in proper English, that made sense.
I won’t thank you though, since none of them happened. You’re a chauvinist plonker, who expects me to pay you money to listen to your drivel about work, which is all a load of crap anyway. There is more exciting drivel on the bus.
For Annoying Friend
My status updates on Facebook are not cryptic. It’s not my fault that you have a) no imagination, b) no understanding of the written word and c) a need to tell the world that you have paperwork to do. Boring. Please don’t keep asking me to explain myself to you.
You’re an uninspired idiot.
For Annoying Teenagers At The Bus Station
Please shut up! I don’t want to know that your friend has lost count of the boys she’s sucked off. Yucky.
For My Lovely Blokey
There, now I can enjoy my weekend with no niggling frustrations. Pure bliss.
please God bless my annoyances and help them be better people xxx Elsabeth