The trick is to keep breathing

So I was at work, handing out forms for a parenting talk and then one of my student's mother comes up to me and asks for my good name. That kinda caught me off guard. I stared at her blankly for a good five seconds. She must have have thought that I was retarded or something. But really now what the hell is a good name?! Why couldn't she asked for it the way normal people would have?
And then the senior teacher insists that she monitors me while I shut the windows. Seriously. Does she think I have never seen a window in my life before or something?!?! And let's say that in the event that I haven't seen window (that's highly unlikely but this is hypothetical so practically anything goes), how difficult can shutting the windows be?! It's practically idiot-proof! Goodness. These people will be the death of me.
I need shoes! More shoes rather. I love shoes the way Carrie Bradshaw loves them! Who can forget the Sex and the City episode in which she begs a mugger to take everything but her precious, strappy Blahniks! I would have done the same!
Another long day at work tomorrow. Gah.

All I can do is to keep breathing. That works out fine for me. Well for now atleast.