the years of l'entre deux guerres

I get home from 13 hour day at school. Exhausted but feeling slightly good about what I'd accomplished. I sit down and my grandma says, "oh you look like a teacher--doesn't she Tim"
My dad says, "no, teachers get paid".

Hah haha good one.

Can someone find my soul? No? Can we? No.

Oh let me just add to this. So then my grandma launches in this conversation:

Grandma: "You know Alex's friend from school--Keith Nelson?"
Me: Yup
Grandma: Well he graduated and he never found a teaching job.
Me: Alright.

Susan? What? Everything you're done is in vain! lulz. Okay, THANKS FOR THE TALK EVERYONE.