patience I lack it. I have no time for whiners and sob stories. I screwed up my job this week, but they screwed up the instructions. They told me I had to have all my lesson plans for this semester handed in by today. Fuck me, they told me on Wednesday afternoon. I type with two fingers. And their request is something they should have said on day one. I am in no rush. Someone from above my bosses had a great idea, and my bosses took it as gospel. In the end no one is going to read my lesson plans unless they have to. I don't sweat these things. Of course I do get fired enough that my mother once disowned me. We have made peace. I promised to never again talk while she was watching 'American Idol'.