This week, Facebook was flooded by the following status:

“Tonight a teacher somewhere in your neighborhood is getting ready for your child's new school year, writing lesson plans or writing your child's name in their grade book, while you are watching television. In the minute it takes you to read this, teachers all over the world are using their "free time," and often investing their own time and money for your child's literacy, prosperity and future. Re-post are a teacher, love a teacher or appreciate a teacher!”

Now, I don’t mean to be a jerk or anything, but B.F.D. (In case you don’t know what that means, it stands for: Big F*#%@!& Deal.) Are we supposed to feel sorry for these teachers who just got three whole months off to sit around and work on their tans?

Yes, I know. It seems like I don’t appreciate teachers. Let me assure you that I do. My mom’s a teacher. So is my brother-in-law and several of my close friends. I am just extremely jealous of their schedules. Because while they have to put in their own time and money, and put up with annoying children, they get a good break in between. And like I pointed out when summer began, they get rid of the annoying little punks they had to deal with last year.

The general population does not have such luxuries. Last night, I was at the office until 8 p.m. working on a project that I can’t even put billable time to. And this happens a lot. And on holidays, too. And I don’t get overtime. So where’s the Facebook status for me?

Actually, I don’t want a Facebook status. Just give me summers off. Or at least a week at Christmas.