729 days….

The death march has started.

I can feel myself slipping down into the black hole.

I’d be there now except for the fact that I am currently so red-hot angry that I’m genuinely surprised I haven’t spontaneously combusted already.

You see, I tried to be kind to myself…..

Psych myself into this week with some nice relaxing things.

A bit of pampering to balance the pain.

But that always backfires.


I had today off (I don’t work on Tuesdays) so I thought I'[d treat myself to a haircut.  You know – a proper one at the hairdressers.  Problem was, my regular hairdresser was running late so her partner (sister) did it.  TWO FREAKING HOURS of her telling me that her angel child was ruined by teachers who are all horrible (me included it seems).  (BTW – your angel child is a nasty little work-avoiding, shit-stirring,  bugger of a kid who is not the angel you think he is).

After a while I tried just tuning her out as she was on for the rant of the century.

Meanwhile, my regular hairdresser turned up but LEFT ME WITH THIS NUTTER.

The nutter who ignored me when I  said I had school photos tomorrow and could I please have nice, straight, neat hair: your basic neat, brown bob please. ….But she was so into her own ranty headspace that she didn’t seem to understand and she fucking layered it and now I look like Side-Show Bob.

In the end, I didn’t care so long as I could get the hell out of there.

So now, I am an evil teacher with Side-Show Bob hair.


It took 2 full hours of me sitting at home…. completely alone …. before I stopped shaking.

The introvert crawling back into her cave to claw a bit of sanity back…..


…..and now I feel childish for having a ranty blog tanty over a bad haircut given under two hours of verbal torture.



I miss you.

I love you.