Have you met anyone recently who might loathe the very core of you?

Oh man.
What a day. Today was not the way to start out a Monday.

On Friday, an email was sent to the wrong inbox. One of the recipients responded by replying to not only the errant emailer, but also to her coworkers, as well as principals, and as many PTA memebers as he had addresses. So that was waiting in my inbox this morning.

The thing is, in this email, while he was trying to blast the teacher that errantly sent the email, he inadvertantly offended the entire population of teachers of our school. And me. And since I can't respond to the email, you readers get to hear it. Don't you feel special?!

Here was the first little bit of rudeness that made my head spin on my neck:
You seem to have forgotten that you work for us. We pay you, through our tax dollars to teach our children.

Yes, that was underlined in the email. Listen buddy, I don't work for you. You see, I don't work for ------. I had to edit it. I said something unladylike just there. And your individual tax dollars pay about a quarter of my salary. As in 25 cents. So, I'll give you your 25 cents back and tell you about some good investment strategies for it.

Then, he goes on to say that if his child follows in his footsteps, his child "will likely grow up to work in job where society will judge him "more successful" than you". Which also means me. You are more successful than me.

I'm not EVEN going to touch that. At all. Not nice things come to my brain.

He then goes on to say why he emailed all of us:
I've done so because I want them to know that by and large we respect the staff.

You respect the staff?! No you don't. If you did, you wouldn't have just called me unsuccessful and insinuated that I work for you.

Oh, and P.S. Mr. Jackass...when you send out a huffy email such as you did, you might want to proofread. Because your minute omissions of articles such as "a" and "the" leave you sounding illiterate.

All of that on a caffeine-free day. What a doosie.

Now that that's over with, tomorrow's the big day. The TAKS day. The stare-at-fourth-graders-all-day-long-and-don't-talk-to-anyone-about-anything day. Let the fun begin!