After careful thought and considerable research, I've discovered the secret to having a happy summer vacation. It wasn't easy for me to come up with this, but I did it for you. Only, this How To story is not for everyone. This How To story may not be for you who is reading this story, but it could be for the guy or gal standing over your shoulder reading this story. Actually, I wrote it especially for you, that is, if you fit the parameters of who I had in mind when I wrote the story. First things first, let us eliminate those people who don't need my help in having a happy summer vacation.
It's the summertime and this How To Have A Happy Summer Vacation is not for those of you who aren't lazy, public school teachers, I wish you all a happy summer. Sorry, I'm just jealous. In case you teachers have your heads too far up your asses to realize that the rest of us don't get the summers off, we don't. In the real world, depending if we still have a job and aren't unemployed, the rest of the working middleclass stiffs get one or two lousy vacation weeks off a year. That's it.
No, of course, I'm not writing about you, your son, and/or your daughter. You, your son, and/or your daughter are great teachers. We wouldn't have a school system without you. When you retire, they should name a school after you. I'm writing about those teachers who have been in the school system way too long and who need to retire and give someone else a chance to reach and to teach students.
Seriously, unless you're a doctor, a lawyer, a scientist, a newscaster, a talk show host, or some other profession where the longer you remain in your career and on the job, the more expertise you gain. Out of touch teachers who have been teaching at the same school and at the same grade level for forty years need to go to Miami or Arizona or wherever the Hell retired teachers go. Sorry. So much like having a ruler shoved up their asses, they are the stiff lipped teachers who walk around with the union rule book in their back pocket, along with a photo of me, or in their pocketbook, along with their dildo, ready to strike at their first grievance.
"Gees, Patti, a cruise around the world? How'd you manage that, when I only had enough vacation time to have a lousy barbeque in my backyard, before returning to work, until this time next year?"
"I'm a teacher, silly. We get paid summers off. Don't you?"
This How To Have A Happy Summer Vacation is not for those of you who are bad attitude city, state, and federal workers and who only work 20 hours for a 40 hour paycheck. We see you sitting in your trucks reading the newspaper, drinking coffee, and sleeping. We see four guys pile out of a truck to put up one fallen sign pole, one to supervise, one to hold the pole, one to hold the ladder, one to tighten the screws, and take three hours to do it. Are you kidding me? Pay me half of what those four earned and I'll put up the sign pole myself and save the government money.
We know they're there hiding in the office, while their telephone rings off the hook. When city, state, and federal budgets are the tightest they've ever been, it's pretty shitty of them to play the system in the way they do, by making their day one long, bathroom break. While they get paid for their one plus hour, liquid lunches, the rest of us aren't even paid for our lousy chew and gulp, half hour lunches. In the way my Mom used to collect Green Stamps, they've been accumulating not only weeks of summer vacation time but also months worth of personal and sick days. They have enough time accumulated that they could feign an illness and not work for nearly two years, after not having worked a full day during their entire career, anyway. For the rest of us, if we don't use our allotted time in the year given, we lose it.
No, of course, I'm not writing about you, your son, and/or your daughter. You three are the best city, state, or federal workers ever. They should name a street, a bridge, or a building after you. I'm writing about those city, state, and federal workers who have never worked a full day in all the years they've been on the job. They are the ones who gripe and complain and who file workingmen's compensation claims at the first hint of a backache, when they really hurt their back bowling, balling, or blowing.
"Kathy! What happened? Are you okay?"
"No, I pulled my back bending over like that to suck your cock. I'm going to have to make up a workingmen's or in my case a workingwomen's compensation claim at work tomorrow. I'll tell them that I hurt my back lifting a box at work."
In the real world, working as hard as we can, the rest of us are supervised, scrutinized, and victimized.
"Okay, lunch is over. Back to work! You went a minute over your allotted 30 minutes and I'll be docking five minutes from your pay."
Just as not all public school teachers are lazy, not all city, state, and federal workers have bad attitudes, kind of, not really, pretty much, and play the system to work less hours than they're paid. Just as they know who they are, we know who they are. Many teachers earn every dollar they're paid and even must take money out of their pocket to buy supplies and/or to treat their students to a party or an outing.
"Why aren't you eating lunch, Sally?"
"My Mom didn't have any money to give me for lunch."
"Come with me and I'll buy you lunch," said her teacher escorting her to the cafeteria.