. . . I have seen something no student should EVER have to see. My principal (formerly vice principal, the one that hates Maddie and I) works out at the gym that my physical therapy place is in. One of the things I have to do to strengthen my ankle is balance on one foot on a little trampoline-thing. That trampoline faces out window with a wonderful view of the pool. Why this matters? I was doing my five-minute balance and who walks out and starts swimming? Said principal who hates me. As if the fact that he didn't stalk us for a few weeks isn't enough, now I have to see him wet in swim trunks?! Thank God it wasn't a speedo and I have mental therapy seven hours later.

In other news, I hate twelve-year-old-boy-crazy-girls. Shelly brought her daughter in to work becuase it was her birthday. Said girl is harboring a major crush on the Doctor's son, Sean (senior in high school) and will not shut-up about it and at the same time, will not go into the conference room and talk to him.
She also put her stuff in my little bit of a work space, made a comemment when I was taking out the trash, and kept trying to change the radio station. Yeah, if we were aloud to change the radio station, we sure as hell wouldn't be listening to repetative soft-rock crap.
She finally got so annoying that I went back to the conference room, asked Sean to help me kill myself, and starting doing the resulting dishes of her birthday cake.
Bastard only chuckled and went back to his laptop . . .