Snapped

Has anyone heard of "Snapped"? It's a show on Oxygen that tells the stories of women, mostly, who snapped and killed someone.

I snapped today. I didn't commit a murder, but I snapped.

I was calm driving to school. I was calm walking into to school and signing in. As soon as a co-worker said,"You're going down to the end of the breeze way." All common sense left my body.

Before I go on, let me explain. Every seven weeks, groups of teachers have early morning duty in certain spots around the school to herd students like cattle in areas so they don't crowd the already over-crowded cafeteria. The group of teachers whom I work with decided, without me, that they would rotate areas every day. The first time we did this, I was not made aware of this decision and I said it was stupid then but I went to my spot on the breeze way.

This time around, I stood in my same spot and since no one asked me to move I thought we weren't going to switch spots. Silly me. Foolish me. As soon as my co-worker told me to move, I went crazy. I crossed my arms and said I wasn't. going. to. move. Then we proceeded to argue as kids were streaming in to the school. We had smiles on our faces, but we were dead serious.

She decided to compare what I was doing to deciding against teaching one day. How dare she! There's no comparison. This is just standing outside watching kids. Who gives a fuck? (pardon my French)

Maybe this all sounds silly, but it just bothered me today. I suppose if I was to delve into this whole situation then the real problem, as I stated before, is that this decision was made without me even though I'm supposed to be on their team. Now I just have to look at it as a cleansing because I let my feelings be known. Phew!