Is it wrong that I already want to bite the heads off the super-micromanaging upper echelon? Am I incurable if I simply cannot go to bed before midnight without drinking lots of wine? I don't have my own classroom so I don't have anything to decorate....and I swear, it's just like my old nightmares where the school bus driver knocks on my door because I'm late and I have to go to school in old jeans and pajama top and no school supplies. I have no freakin clue how tomorrow is going to go down. I'm so worried I'm going to hate my job again because in my heart of hearts I think I just really hate work in general.

At least their cafeteria food is good.