Ok. I have a cross face on...see?...cross face.

There are two things that make me cross. Well, there is a long list to be honest, they should have me as a guest on 'Room 101' I could fill a weekend long special. Americanisms, Vegemite, Wayne Rooney, the teaspoon/spice jar issue, knees...it goes on...

But today, there are two things. One of which featured in an experience a few weeks ago and I have only just got around to mentioning. The other, well that makes me cross every time I spend time around teachers that I don't work with.

1. Shopping trolleys. It is not strictly speaking the trolley itself that makes me cross, but the people that use them. Why is it that people are seemingly unable to place them inside one of those little trolley sheds the supermarkets so kindly provide. Why people are so lazy that they feel the need simply to abandon them in car parking spaces? You go to pull into a space...trolley...progress along the aisle, spot another space...trolley...why? Is it SO hard to take them the 25 feet to a shed? Also, why is it when people do actually manage the trek from their car...they are then unable to place them neatly inside the one in front. Why they spill out across the car park end to end, rather than cosily, neatly and more efficiently tucked in. It isn't hard, put it in the trolley shed thingy, inside the one in front, then we can all fit in the parking spaces and the trolley shed and the trolley cowboys with their blue plastic lassoes have a simpler job.

2. Teachers. With the genuine exception of the teachers I am privileged to work with, teachers make me cross. To be honest, teachers have a fair amount to gripe about but no one listens anymore. This is in its entirety due to the two women seated with me today. They moaned when there was to be a buffet lunch as they had hoped for a 'proper' meal, when it eventually proved to be a 'proper meal', they moaned it wasn't a buffet. The coffee was too strong, the biscuits were late and were not bananas, the chairs were too hard, the day too long, the air conditioning too cold, the room too hot, they complained of being bored, but were disapproving of any attempt to inject humour.They moaned to eachother that other people were talking (themselves talking as they moaned about it). All they did all day was moan, moan, moan. We have discussed in our staff room how we seem to be the exception to the rule, as it appears each member of our staff is in posession of a sense of humour, that we can see a positive side in most things, like to be treated like adults and that we don't care about lunch as long as we get it! Being me, I pointed it all out to them. So they moaned about that too.

I am aware that this blog is, in fact one long moan, so as going to prove the point that teachers whinge...but I think moaning about moaning is ok isn't it?

Or am I just one of them?!!?!

Oh dear me no.