So I found out that not only am I moving grade levels, but I am moving from my luxury room....the penthouse, as it were, of my school...the place where very little comes to bother you...a place that took me YEARS to work my way to...not that I mind, because I would happily do whatever my boss asks me to....and the person getting it...not only is new, but just doesn't get how lucky she is....instead, she feels the need to complain...she has a job...at a good school...and all she can do is complain...to the woman moving from her penthouse to an average apartment.....I mean, classroom.....

Complainy Woman: Your room is so dark (well, duh, lady, the lights are off...it is important to note here, mine is one of two...just two...that gets direct sunlight, untouched...no buildings to block it.....I seriously teach in the afternoons with most of the lights out because it is so bright...)

Complainy Woman: It's so small, there's no storage (it is one of 2 that are the biggest in the school....1 of 2 lady....)

Complainy Woman: There's only that ugly chalkboard there....(yeah, um, hon, soon to be an ugly chalkboard with four holes because that lovely white board is mine)

Complainy Woman: I thought maybe I could move in now.....(okay, listen lady....would you like me to move you as well...cause, you know, I'm still teaching over here....)