Red Hot Mutha'

I broke down on the job this morning. Someone innocently asked me if I was cold and I just went off. I started crying like a baby. I'm just tired of not having what I need to do my job. I'm tired of not having heat. Right now, I can see my breath in my classroom/trailer. I'm tired of having to go all the way to the faculty room in another building, just to change one student's grade because I'm not allowed to have File Maker Pro on my computer because it would "cost $200.00" to put it on there (?) . I'm tired of having to steal paper towels from other places so my students can dry their hands. I'm tired of having to wring out the same dingy sponges in dirty paint water so students can use them to clean up because I don't have time between classes to go to the main building to refill my water buckets in the janitor's closet, which is now locked so I can't get any anyway. I'm tired of not having pencils, erasers and of not having enough chairs. I'm tired of having desks that are broken and flip over if someone puts too much pressure in the wrong spot. I'm tired of parents not wanting to take responsibility for their childrens' actions, saying that it's always someone else's fault that their child is a terror. And while I'm at it, I'm tired of cleaning up dog shit and piss from my good rug because my dog doesn't feel like waiting the two minutes it takes for me to get out of bed and down the steps to let her out in the morning. I'm tired of cleaning up strewn cat litter from the bathroom floor. I'm tired of cleaning sinks, bathtubs and toilets. Yes, I'm even tired of vacuuming.
So Everything Came Down at Once, and I finished sobbing in my classroom like a damn baby. And while on hall duty today, everyone walked by and smiled and was extra nice, because I guess news travels fast aroound here.