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Posted above the time clock at work was a letter stating that no matter how Xmassy things are, City employees are not to accept gifts because the rich must stay wealthy and us working drek aren't allowed to have anything. Sure, sure ethics yay fine.
I turned around to see a pamphlet-sized flyer that said "City Employees Only! Buy tickets and save big! $50 value or more!" Fucking discount basketball tickets. All because we work for the city. So I took out my red +4 Pen of Correcting, circled the error and wrote "FAIL." On the ticket and promptly tacked it to the no-gifts letter.
In other news, I successfully cast my first spell as a Wiccan/Pagan (not sure which one I am yet): Protection From Stupid. Those idiots at the DOE brought in people from England and their main concern while evaluating our school is--I kid you not--bulletin boards.
Fuck overcrowding, fuck underpaid/overworked teachers, fuck budget crises, fuck failing equipment, fuck inadequate programming, fuck lack of security, fuck children with behavioral problems. DAMMIT, BULLETIN BOARDS NEED TO HAVE STUDENT WORK. I'm sure it's worth the millions of dollars the city spends on this program.
I did not want these fucktards in my room. So I gathered up my collection of protection amulets from the temples in Japan and willed energy into them, essentially informing them that I had new enemies nearby. While I was at it I saluted the laws of probability, since it was no guarantee they'd enter my classroom specifically. Casting that from a math classroom helps.
I don't light candles, I don't call deities by what I think their names might be, I don't draw Fullmetal Alchemist diagrams and drip odd fluids into them. I send my will out. Quietly, constantly, and when I'm not preoccupied with anything else. The British blokes didn't know they were being spellcasted at, so they put up no resistance. My tiny ass neonate practitioner will > 0 so, win.
This spell passes the Wiccan Morals Test: If this comes back to me, I'm fine with that. I'd rather not randomly wander into a room I am not welcome in.
-Fanboy
Yes I've read all of the Dresden Files. Why do you ask?
I turned around to see a pamphlet-sized flyer that said "City Employees Only! Buy tickets and save big! $50 value or more!" Fucking discount basketball tickets. All because we work for the city. So I took out my red +4 Pen of Correcting, circled the error and wrote "FAIL." On the ticket and promptly tacked it to the no-gifts letter.
In other news, I successfully cast my first spell as a Wiccan/Pagan (not sure which one I am yet): Protection From Stupid. Those idiots at the DOE brought in people from England and their main concern while evaluating our school is--I kid you not--bulletin boards.
Fuck overcrowding, fuck underpaid/overworked teachers, fuck budget crises, fuck failing equipment, fuck inadequate programming, fuck lack of security, fuck children with behavioral problems. DAMMIT, BULLETIN BOARDS NEED TO HAVE STUDENT WORK. I'm sure it's worth the millions of dollars the city spends on this program.
I did not want these fucktards in my room. So I gathered up my collection of protection amulets from the temples in Japan and willed energy into them, essentially informing them that I had new enemies nearby. While I was at it I saluted the laws of probability, since it was no guarantee they'd enter my classroom specifically. Casting that from a math classroom helps.
I don't light candles, I don't call deities by what I think their names might be, I don't draw Fullmetal Alchemist diagrams and drip odd fluids into them. I send my will out. Quietly, constantly, and when I'm not preoccupied with anything else. The British blokes didn't know they were being spellcasted at, so they put up no resistance. My tiny ass neonate practitioner will > 0 so, win.
This spell passes the Wiccan Morals Test: If this comes back to me, I'm fine with that. I'd rather not randomly wander into a room I am not welcome in.
-Fanboy
Yes I've read all of the Dresden Files. Why do you ask?