Full Throttle

I am sure that at some point in our lives, we have all wanted to choke the living shit out of someone. No? Just me, you say? Well then I suppose, in the words of Homer Simpson: “I’m a rage-aholic! I’m addicted to rage-ahol!” Anyway, this isn’t really about me (who the fuck am I kidding: this is MY blog and it IS about me. And sometimes stoats), but rather it is about the people and/or things that will eventually bring me to an aneurysm and sweet, sweet death. For instance, today was particularly rage-alicious. It started off with me receiving an email from someone concerning a document I created. This document is a mentoring log, of use to people who are Nationally Board Certified teachers who are pursuing the additional money awarded by the state for giving ninety hours of mentoring to teachers who are not Nationally Board Certified. I posted this particular document as an attempt to calm the waters during a particularly bitter debate occurring on one of our electronic bulletin boards (see, I am not always about to stroke out over something: I can be nice, bitches). Now, not to be an utter snot about it, I used the existing log as a template from which to create mine. Mine is prettier, but otherwise contains exactly the same information as the other log. This email I received said that my log was nice, but that I didn’t include a line for signatures. This is when I flew off the handle. I wanted to write back: “Of COURSE there isn’t a line for signatures, because they aren’t required, you ignorant crack-whore!” Instead, I responded: “I am not sure which signatures you are referring to. I used the existing mentor log as a template to create this one and included everything that was on the old one.” I even went back and checked this, because, for a brief moment, I wondered if I HAD inadvertently left something off. I hadn’t. This knowledge was like throwing an oil tanker on the fire of my rage. Not only was she correcting me, but she was incorrectly correcting me. She wrote back late in the day that the mentor is required to sign each sheet and I didn’t leave a place to do that. Once again, I went back to the original document AND THERE WAS NO FUCKING LINE FOR MENTORS TO SIGN ON. Now, regardless whether or not these logs do need to be signed by the mentors, THIS BITCH IS STILL MISSING THE POINT: THE LOG I MADE CAME FROM THE ORIGINAL LOG. IF THERE ARE ANY FAULTS ON IT, THEY ARE FROM THE ORIGINAL DOCUMENT, GMFD. Okay, I think I can let it go now. Just watch the news for stories of a crazed librarian, and please remember to lock your doors.