severe untreatable cystic acne

I'm having a day of indifference. I'm wondering whether job satisfaction is really that important. As long as I'm able to pay my rent and live each month, perhaps I don't need to be happy with my job. I don't believe its possible that people are always happy with their jobs, maybe I just need to suck it up and be happy as long as each work day ends.

Today, the work irritation wasn't from the kids. It was actually one of my "superiors" who got under my skin. As I as about to leave the RA office she said "Either you need to pull your skirt up or pull your shirt down." It was said in a tone as if she was reprimanding a child! I might have been a little understanding if it had been a repeat offense, but it was the only time she has ever commented on the way I dressed. I was wearing a magenta draw-string linen skirt with a black short sleeved v-neck sweater. At the most there was maybe a half inch sliver of my stomach showing and it's not like it was intentional.

I was so stunned that I couldn't even muster a response. And of course afterwards I'm beating myself up for allowing her to speak to me in that way without any rebuke. She had no right. I HATE this woman. I hope that her daughter has severe untreatable cystic acne just like she did. Only that would make me feel better.

I contemplated just showing up to work naked one day. Unfortunately, I don't think I could even make it out my front door without any clothes on. I also don't really have a desire to be fired at this point, since I don't have a backup plan quite yet.

I think I am going to have to start keeping a tally on who pisses me off more, the kids or administration. Hmm...