Tube rage, work rage, just rage in general really!

What a day. What a Monday. What a freakin' farce!

Being short staffed, acting manager, having soapy water poured over my head, and finishing the day off with a poo in pants issue (not mine of course), have been just some of the highlights of a monstrously hideous day.

All I wanted was a nice final day as acting manager and a rousing start to my music lessons. But it all went tits up! The new children were.....interesting. If they weren't crying and refusing to do anything but be picked up by a teacher, they were climbing on tables, tipping all the toys out and pouring soapy water over my head.

Some of the children we couldn't get to sleep and so one of them ended up falling asleep at 4.30pm. Eek. And of course that made them grumpy and irritable.

Then one of them cried all the way through the beginning of the music lesson, so I sent him outside. I couldn't deal with it.  (I think I need to clarify here that he was sent outside with two teachers and two other children. I realised just how bad that sounded then.) If there's one thing you need to understand, it's not getting in between Helen and a good music lesson. In the end it went fairly well and we did have fun with our multi-coloured dancing scarves, dancing to Brazilian music and shimmying around the classroom. But the damage was already done.

Then I had a few things to do and I didn't end up leaving work till 6.40 and the tubes were chokka and this annoying group of middle aged men took up loads of space, whilst the rest of us were crammed in. I felt like actually saying, "Are you enjoying all that space love? It must be nice." But it could have come out as something more along the lines of, "eff and geoff and f**k and s**ting morons" So I figured I should just keep my mouth shut.

And then......I get to the northern line platform and I wait 5 mins for a train to come and it's Edgeware, even though the one I missed by twenty seconds was also Edgeware. And then they say, "If you don't want to wait 9 minutes for the next High Barnet branch service......." And I'm thinking, "No I bloody well don't want to wait 9 minutes for a High Barnet branch, it's already 7.00pm, I should already be home."

So all in all, a shitty day and it's hardly gonna improve as the week progresses. To say my patience is wearing thin nowadays is a true understatement. It's like the elastic stretched to bursting in your pants and I don't see a way back. You can't re-elasticate elastic. (Wow, there;s something I've never written before. Ha ha.)

Anyhoo, no one wants to listen to me whinge on and on, so I'll spare you anymore angst and rage and I'll go feed myself. Hmmmmm, yesterday's leftovers and some terrible tele. whoop!

As always thanks for reading.

Have a great week. Don't let the January blues get you down.

Helen