I walk into the main office of a new school: Secretary: You a sub? *cheeks blush* Me: Who have you been talking to?

"I didn't go to grad school to assemble agenda folios for the quarterly board meeting" I think as I drizzle Dawn into the CEO's coffee pot.

Nothing like listening to old school rap on the way to the office to make you want to smack a bitch.

[principal's office] "Your child's previous school indicates you're a bit of a helicopter parent." Velociraptor: That's got to be a typo.