THIS THING CALLED POETIC JUSTICE...IT SWEET TOO BAD!

There is such a thing called “poetic justice” and for all my colleagues who sweated, fussed, cussed (yeah some godly people turned b...), had the jitters, over ate, lose sleep, lose weight, lose hair, lose work, lose their mind, nearly lose faith, nearly lose their spouse, made multi-tasking look like a joke (fus dey were good), copy ‘n paste with their eyes close, were the reason for all de flooding in Trinidad, and by extension were the cause for the OdPM boss resigning, and dengue outbreak.
All because of an activity that I will love to call one of utter futility but I will wait and see. But back to my first statement about poetic justice, as teachers we know more than anyone else when you give your students assignment you automatically give yourself the same assignment and so colleagues you realise now why the mantra that helped me through this dark night of the soul period was so supportive, “There is a God, yes there is a God and that which you give out shall be returned to you multiplied, tripled, shake down...” need I say more? I am sure you get my drift. Someone said to me I would love to be there for the process and my response was, “I don’t want to be there when the .... hit the fan!”
You know what was the final straw when here was I deep in the throes of the final hours of a difficult labour (must have been Last Quarter as you know they say a labour in Last Quarter is a slow painful process). Anyway here was I deep into it and thinking “I can see a light at the end of the tunnel when a few days before there was only a weak glimmer” when I saw that I had received mail about EDRL 6004....hmmh they’re writing to give us an extension but not me I don’t want any, not after I burst my brain and every other part of my anatomy doing this, no way! But I wanted to see what they were writing to say and so I left what I was doing and diverted my focus to read the e-mail.
My response as I am sure was the response of all right thinking Trinis “STEUPS!” All I can say about that e-mail was that it was a downright, blatant act of subliminal blackmail and threat. Who in their right mind (granted that they might have lost it doing this activity) will fall for that? I am sure all of you work darn hard in the hope of getting an A in this activity to give it up for an extension which if I recall correctly, was just as impossible as NJAC (sorry had to be real outrageous) winning an Election. So why now? And why the Disclaimer?
Anyway I deleted the thing if I could have spammed it I would have and went back to important matters...finishing my assignment , which I would be happy to get out of my hand, my head, my life and into the hand of the giver! So you see now where I am coming from when I began writing about poetic justice?
Colleagues enjoy the beginning of your holidays!