What the hell happened?

It looks like I'm going to have to reach into my emotional fallout shelter and grab one of those cans of Whup-ass I've been saving in case of a nuclear emergency. In the last two days, the campaign I've been running has run...uh...way of course, and I'm really pissed.

I just had to send an e-mail to campaign guru guy that "nicely" told him to chill out and that he needs to go through me to get to the candidate. We'll see how that goes over.

I also have Starr family members planning fundraising events that they refuse to call fundraisers. They're calling them "friendraisers". We don't need friends, we need funds. But besides that, the planning e-mails are giving me an ice cream headache. The people who are supposed to be "chairing" this committee are not chairing much and looking for me to deal with everything...oh, and expect me to tell them everything that I'm doing. Daddy don't roll that way. I went to school with an empty e-mail box and came back at noon with 23 e-mails...about nothing.

Where's my f-ing can opener?

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Well, I'm already on a rant, so I may as well finish it up. I don't remember all the details I laid out, but I was hired - technically as a contractor - by Penn Foster to "teach" social studies classes online. So today, I went online and checked out what the "classes" were like. I have to say, if this is what online education is, then I really want no part of it. It's just the Holt-Mifflin textbook online. Uh...isn't that why most of these kids/adults drop out? Because it's just teaching from the lame-ass book? I'll see how it rolls...but I'll probably get bored, try to turn all my students into socialists and get fired.

Wouldn't it be cool if I could develop my own curriculum and teach it online...but it would never get accredited. Jeez, I'd just tell everyone to go read Zinn and get a life.