Hey Jack, you used to post all the time – why the infrequency of late?

Apathy Jack writes:

Monday

Flatmate “So, Jack, how was work?”
Jack “Good lord, sometimes I can’t believe how messed up it all is. I’m babysitting some of my department in preparation for the upcoming ERO audit, to the point that I’ve basically had to take one teacher’s class off her for the sake of the kids. Just today I read the Dean’s Daily Report of one of the kids I teach, and he had been given, in complete sincerity, the comment that he had done well that period by not getting into a fight. I have a new student teacher to train, no free periods, several co-workers who I used to think were just bad at their jobs, but who I’m beginning to realise actually run the gamut from corrupt to worryingly unbalanced, and last night one of my students dreamed that I held her at gunpoint and demanded that she give me drugs. So how was your day?”


Tuesday

Flatmate “So, Jack, how was work?”
Jack “Incompetence everywhere I turn... Teachers who have seen too many movies, and others who haven’t seen enough... Broken students... Decaying school... Bruised brain... I want medicine...


Wednesday

Flatmate “So, Jack, how was work?”
Jack “And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him...”


Thursday

Flatmate “So, Jack, how was work?”
Jack “Braaaaiiiiinnnssssss... Braaaaiiiiinnnssssss...”


Friday

Flatmate “So, Jack, how was work?”
Jack “Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’yleh wgah’nagl fhtagn.”