Still zonked hung-over from last night's meeting, even if Bro did come to pick me up.

He commented what a sad life I lead, never seeing light; coming in before dawn and leaving only after dusk. Hah!

But the sometimes mundane-ness of this job is punctuated by moments like this to perk you up...

(Loud sound of giggles outside office. Narrows eyes to see through tinted windows of main office. Service bell rang. Approach service window.)

Pupil 1: Miss N... *giggles*
Me: *sternly* Good morning!
Pupil 1: *chastised* Good morning, Miss N.
Me: Yes?
Pupil 1: *giggles again* She... (points to Pupil 2, nudges)
Pupil 2: Good morning, Miss N. Is there a sewing place here?
Me: I'm sorry...?
Pupil 2: A place to sew.
Me: What do you need to sew?
Pupil 2: My trackpants... It's torn.
Me: At which part?
Pupil 2: *blushes* The centre!
Me: Ok, change into your skirt and give me your trackpants, I'll see how bad it is.

When they came back, found it to be a HUGE hole, around 15cm???

Me: What were you doing, a split??
Pupil 2: No... I was just trying to sit on the floor for silent reading.
Me: *shakes head and proceed to sew up pants (one of my many unsung multi-faceted job description as School Administrator :P)*
(Pupil 1 & 2 starts chatting among each other)
Pupil 1: Miss N macam Cikgu Ros
Pupil 2: *giggles* YAH! the part when Ramli split his pants.
Me: *smiles inwardly* (Pupils were talking about a scene from the classical Malay movie Pendekar Bujang Lapok, whereby one of the old bachelors split his pants while attempting some martial arts moves and earned his chance to meet the martial art master's young pretty teacher-daughter.)

The relieved look on the gal's face when i finally handed over her pants was also priceless. LOL.

Actually, I was wondering why she did not immediately change into her skirt upon finding she had torn her pants. LOL. So if I've said there's no way her pants could have been sewn, she would just continue wearing it???

These kids can be so weird sometimes.

*smiles fondly*