I don’t get here very often. It’s so much easier to make subtle jabs on Facebook it’s not even funny. I’ve jacked up my privacy settings, so unless FB gets a maniacal hair across their ass and changes my settings without asking, I’m as secure as it can get I guess. Oh I’m just thrilled shitless these days. Work is oh so annoying as usual.
If you worked without someone who refuses to speak to you unless it was work related, would you not therefore label that person as an ass-hat? I mean, if that person just outright refused to acknowledge your existence other than a necessary work communication, I label you ass-hat. The behavior is not acceptable. It is not even remotely ok to treat coworkers this way at all. This man has the social skills of a rabid badgers, and that's probably an insult to rabid badgers. His direct supervisor’s response to his ass-hattery is, “Well, he does his job and he does it well. He’s not required to speak to anyone.” Right, but no one wants to work with his stupid ass because he’s a dickhead!
Meanwhile, the ass-hat is constantly leaving the toilet seat up. I’ve finally had enough of this. I feel it’s a common courtesy when sharing a unisex bathroom, yah put the seat down when you’re done. I think most, if not all guys with a significant other of the female variety actually put the seat down when they’re done. So, after several months and with as many requests to his supervisor to talk to him about this, she finally talks to him about it. His response, “Well people should leave the seat up for me instead.” ASS HAT! I’ll say it again ASS HAT!
Meanwhile, the ASS HAT comes to the building supervisor to lodge a complaint against me. I got a call from HR this morning wanting me to come in and discuss a staffing issue. Hmmm. This guy has sat and waited for directors to come in on 1st shift so he could lodge a complaint when something wasn’t done to his satisfaction on 3rd shift. So, when I talked to HR my first and direct question was whether or not I needed to start looking for a new job. The answer was no, but damnitall, I know this fucktard is a snitching bastard. I’m sure he thinks he has something on me that I’ve done wrong to get written up. To the best of my knowledge, this is not the case. Sadly, I’m suspicious of his supervisor dropping my name to him about the toilet seat complaint, it was all he needed to complain and stir shit up. Wonderful. I almost look forward to getting to work tonight so I can promptly ignore those involved.
When it rains, it pours bullshit, that’s for sure. I contemplate whether or not it was worth the shift and position change with a nominal raise to put up with this disproportionate amount of bullshit from idiots. Ugh.
Tammolly ~Annoyed once again!
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Rant-Rant Baby!
Buckle your seatbelts boys and girls… It’s rendonkulous time! The crazy train has departed and I’m on it y’all! I don’t post here often, the Facebook phenomena has taken over my interest. This however is the ultra super secret place I go to and bitch and light someone on fire! Not literally, figuratively. If I had a volcano to aim at someone, I WOULD. No wait, I wouldn’t want to disrupt air traffic, stupid volcanoes…
Back to my point, it was brought to my attention from a director that if I want to go anywhere in my place of employment, I should NEVER post anything about work on Facebook. Fuck off! I HAVE NEVER-EVER mentioned anything specific about work, no incidences, no names, not even the name of my employer. It immediately became apparent that someone from work on my “friends” list mentioned my posting about not getting the vacant HR position at work. I am guessing it was someone who had something to gain by mentioning it, potentially costing me the spot. I have since then DELETED every single co-worker from my Facebook.
Am I aware that Facebook, Blogs, and other public social networking sites are potentially hazardous to your employment? Yeah, but fuck-wads from work can’t wait to cause drama. There’s a feeding frenzy not unlike shark attacks at work. There’s blood in the water and no one can keep their fingers out of my goddamned pie. I know, mixed metaphores, but I’m not here to please anyone. This is ALL I said about work and this was what was specifically mentioned to me by the director.
“It's no secret in human nature to want to move up and get into bigger/better things... Well, the thing I was crossing my figers for didn't come through. I applied for an internal HR position at work and got the "thanks but no thanks" letter. Oh well, HEY, I STILL HAVE A JOB! Also, there's the other thing, I'm not gonna get too excited either, it doesn't pay to get excited and jump around like a fool. DCS has set up a face to face interview, no e-mail and phone tag this time. This must mean they're being serious now. Serious is good. Serious means I can look at the roots of probelms out there that cause kids to be taken from the home etc. I can try to be helpful and hopefully make a difference in someone’s life in the real world. *sigh* Dreamers can dream right?”
I was perterbed by the letter, it indicated to me that there was an avoidant behavior involved, whether the person that interviewed me was going to be there the day it was announced or not. It comes across to me as avoidant and weak. Face the person you turned down for fuck’s sake!
Oh I got a talking to about this one as well: "I love the look of absolute confusion that people get when I explain my job and elaborate on the crazy shit the kids sometimes do and what coworkers do to get through a day. LoL” Um yeah, there’s something completely insidious and breeching of confidentiality there. It’s so terrible in fact, we could get sewed into oblivian! Oh NO! No sarcasm there people. Really. I’ve never mentioned the name of where I work, I edit anyone who does put the name out. So other than the usual “It’s been a long day.” “It’s been a rough day.” “Today sucked.” “I am working on such and such unit, oh friggen joy.” NOTHING IS VIOLATING PRIVAVCY!!!!!!!! HIPPA BE DAMNED!
So for the fucktards I work with, they no longer get to nose into my life and anything I say unless I say it directly to them! BOOYAH!
Tammolly ~ Annoyed… What else is new?
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
Back to my point, it was brought to my attention from a director that if I want to go anywhere in my place of employment, I should NEVER post anything about work on Facebook. Fuck off! I HAVE NEVER-EVER mentioned anything specific about work, no incidences, no names, not even the name of my employer. It immediately became apparent that someone from work on my “friends” list mentioned my posting about not getting the vacant HR position at work. I am guessing it was someone who had something to gain by mentioning it, potentially costing me the spot. I have since then DELETED every single co-worker from my Facebook.
Am I aware that Facebook, Blogs, and other public social networking sites are potentially hazardous to your employment? Yeah, but fuck-wads from work can’t wait to cause drama. There’s a feeding frenzy not unlike shark attacks at work. There’s blood in the water and no one can keep their fingers out of my goddamned pie. I know, mixed metaphores, but I’m not here to please anyone. This is ALL I said about work and this was what was specifically mentioned to me by the director.
“It's no secret in human nature to want to move up and get into bigger/better things... Well, the thing I was crossing my figers for didn't come through. I applied for an internal HR position at work and got the "thanks but no thanks" letter. Oh well, HEY, I STILL HAVE A JOB! Also, there's the other thing, I'm not gonna get too excited either, it doesn't pay to get excited and jump around like a fool. DCS has set up a face to face interview, no e-mail and phone tag this time. This must mean they're being serious now. Serious is good. Serious means I can look at the roots of probelms out there that cause kids to be taken from the home etc. I can try to be helpful and hopefully make a difference in someone’s life in the real world. *sigh* Dreamers can dream right?”
I was perterbed by the letter, it indicated to me that there was an avoidant behavior involved, whether the person that interviewed me was going to be there the day it was announced or not. It comes across to me as avoidant and weak. Face the person you turned down for fuck’s sake!
Oh I got a talking to about this one as well: "I love the look of absolute confusion that people get when I explain my job and elaborate on the crazy shit the kids sometimes do and what coworkers do to get through a day. LoL” Um yeah, there’s something completely insidious and breeching of confidentiality there. It’s so terrible in fact, we could get sewed into oblivian! Oh NO! No sarcasm there people. Really. I’ve never mentioned the name of where I work, I edit anyone who does put the name out. So other than the usual “It’s been a long day.” “It’s been a rough day.” “Today sucked.” “I am working on such and such unit, oh friggen joy.” NOTHING IS VIOLATING PRIVAVCY!!!!!!!! HIPPA BE DAMNED!
So for the fucktards I work with, they no longer get to nose into my life and anything I say unless I say it directly to them! BOOYAH!
Tammolly ~ Annoyed… What else is new?
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
Monday, January 04, 2010
Rocket Man ~ My Shit Is Getting Packed
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Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Holy Shit Batman! This Sucks Ass!
Now that I have your attention, it’s time to make a post, one of those few and far between ones that come along because I’ve been facebooking and behaving due to co-workers being on there. I can’t say shit like staff suck because their attitudes and egos are so big, they think they can’t do anything wrong in the classroom when all they do is fuck around and leave the teacher and me hanging with their grab-assing bullshit! ARRRRG! Yeah, that would be unprofessional of me to post something like that on facebook with co-workers reading it too. SO I’m glad I have this blog where I can be vulgar and say piss off motherfuckers, because they're NOT on it. The boss has this professionalism ideal that goes beyond the time clock. We as education staff should be professional inside and outside of work at all time. AT ALL TIMES?! WTF?! If I wan’na go down to the local Irish pub and get shitfaced smashed off my ass commode huggin’ drunk, I will! You DO NOT get to dictate what goes on in my personal life. Granted, I know that parents are out there and can be anywhere at any given time, but if they don't like me, they can piss off too.
Brace yourself; I’ve got a few months to catch up on. Adam and I are doing great as far as I can tell. MY 35th birthday consisted of showing up at a fighter practice on Purdue Campus at Slater Hill and it wound up being TORNADO conditions. SO we all skipped the hill and ran off to the armory where discovered ROTC recruits in a feeding frenzy with the veteran ROTC pukes. Hmmm, so we fled post-haste to the Irish Pub down in the valley and waited out the storm with shots of free whiskey from the owner cuz it was my birthday! August 19th for y’all not keeping up here.
Prior to the birthday, we went to Pennsic. It was a good year for weather. Not much rain and it was a reasonable warm. A few weeks before Pennsic, I got rear ended on the job and couldn’t fence for friggen-ever due to workman’s comp bullshit. So no fencing for me at Pennsic, but lots of napping and working for Wade, the super cool linen vendor. I got lots of linen, like I think it was something close to 40-50 pounds of linen to bring home and wash and make stuff out of it. WOO HOO! I even took frequent naps and lazed around reading and relaxing like a real vacation. I doubt I will ever do officer stuff at the kingdom level for Pennic, because then it would no longer be a vacation and more like work. So what’s the point of taking two weeks off with the possibility of shit weather to work on my vacation? No thanks.
Moving on through the time line! Back to the present… The Friday before Thanksgiving, they announce imminent lay offs starting the following Friday. HELLO! That’s the day after Thanksgiving you fucktards! Apparently that didn’t happen but my whole fucking weekend was trashed. Am I gonna get canned? Will I have enough on unemployment to pay bills? (Yes, because I got the car refinanced and will be paying off two bills with a don’t sue me check from the insurance company after getting rear ended in July) Should I declare bankruptcy?! Throw me a friggen bone here people! So I made it through the first round of terminations. Starting in January the second wave of culling the herd begins. JOOOOOY. It likely means I’ll no longer be in the education department. This means oh fucking JOOOOY, I’ll have to work the units again and lose my weekends off. Grrrrr. I just don’t want that again, but it beats the piss out of unemployment I guess. Arrrg.
So after the initiation of this cut back crap, I renewed my resume input for the state job bank and got an interview with regional DCS offices. I’m not sure how that will go, but it will be easier to find a new ob if I have a job. SO I’m watching my P’s and Q’s at work and not blathering on facebook, because everyone and monkey’s uncle is on there. Blah. I like it, but as I said, no freedom to snark about work sucking monkey balls.
Tammolly ~Grumbling with a head cold.
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
Brace yourself; I’ve got a few months to catch up on. Adam and I are doing great as far as I can tell. MY 35th birthday consisted of showing up at a fighter practice on Purdue Campus at Slater Hill and it wound up being TORNADO conditions. SO we all skipped the hill and ran off to the armory where discovered ROTC recruits in a feeding frenzy with the veteran ROTC pukes. Hmmm, so we fled post-haste to the Irish Pub down in the valley and waited out the storm with shots of free whiskey from the owner cuz it was my birthday! August 19th for y’all not keeping up here.
Prior to the birthday, we went to Pennsic. It was a good year for weather. Not much rain and it was a reasonable warm. A few weeks before Pennsic, I got rear ended on the job and couldn’t fence for friggen-ever due to workman’s comp bullshit. So no fencing for me at Pennsic, but lots of napping and working for Wade, the super cool linen vendor. I got lots of linen, like I think it was something close to 40-50 pounds of linen to bring home and wash and make stuff out of it. WOO HOO! I even took frequent naps and lazed around reading and relaxing like a real vacation. I doubt I will ever do officer stuff at the kingdom level for Pennic, because then it would no longer be a vacation and more like work. So what’s the point of taking two weeks off with the possibility of shit weather to work on my vacation? No thanks.
Moving on through the time line! Back to the present… The Friday before Thanksgiving, they announce imminent lay offs starting the following Friday. HELLO! That’s the day after Thanksgiving you fucktards! Apparently that didn’t happen but my whole fucking weekend was trashed. Am I gonna get canned? Will I have enough on unemployment to pay bills? (Yes, because I got the car refinanced and will be paying off two bills with a don’t sue me check from the insurance company after getting rear ended in July) Should I declare bankruptcy?! Throw me a friggen bone here people! So I made it through the first round of terminations. Starting in January the second wave of culling the herd begins. JOOOOOY. It likely means I’ll no longer be in the education department. This means oh fucking JOOOOY, I’ll have to work the units again and lose my weekends off. Grrrrr. I just don’t want that again, but it beats the piss out of unemployment I guess. Arrrg.
So after the initiation of this cut back crap, I renewed my resume input for the state job bank and got an interview with regional DCS offices. I’m not sure how that will go, but it will be easier to find a new ob if I have a job. SO I’m watching my P’s and Q’s at work and not blathering on facebook, because everyone and monkey’s uncle is on there. Blah. I like it, but as I said, no freedom to snark about work sucking monkey balls.
Tammolly ~Grumbling with a head cold.
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
Monday, March 16, 2009
KISS ME I’M SHITFACED!
Well, not really. I mean St Paddy’s isn’t until tomorrow per se. Although I do have a bunch of co-workers going out to the authentic local Irish pub for a few drinks. Hmm… I think after my internal tirade this morning, I’m not too interested in going out when all I have is $10 for the next two weeks. whOOps! Someone forgot to include me on plans ahead of time yet again. More than likely, it’s not worth the potential problems it could cause anyway.
Anyhoo, down to the nitty-gritty. I haven’t posted in a while. Well, a LONG while. It took today to set me into a mad hamster wheel frenzy of pissed off energy. Nevermind the PMS this week, I’m just irritated to no friggen end! The job I do these days in the school is no different than being a YC on the units. Hell, I even get shit on by some of the UCs just as much now as before I became a part of the education team. I mean I get into as many or more restraints in my classroom as the rotating staff. I do the same amount of paperwork if not more than said staff that rotates through. I don’t get to rotate.
I even have additional responsibilities like tidying up the room before and after school. Grade papers! Keep my officemate sane! Believe you me, it’s no easy task. I am always working with the same teacher in the same classroom every school day of the week. I like working with the teacher in that classroom. If there were anyone else running that classroom, I doubt I would like it very much at all. Plain and simple.
Once upon an interview, I asked about wearing shorts. I was told we could wear shorts. There was no given day of the week expectation or a required length on said shorts. Shorts that are reasonable and somewhat professional looking are ok. So no Dropkick Murphy Goth shorts with tears and multiple tacky looking chains hanging out of various pockets, I get that. I established this much last September! Can I can a sarcastic woo-hoo here?
This morning, it’s predicting a high of 65 today. In my world, that equates to the building being about 80-90 degrees and sticky humid in the building all flippin’ day long. Ugh. Nasty! So I take preemptive steps like wearing a t-shirt, pulling my hair up, and Dun-DUn-DUN! Wait for it… Wearing Hawaiian print plaid cargo shorts that hang almost below the knees, because I’m not going to attempt to wear Daisy Duke shorts. Duh, those wouldn’t be very professional would they?!
The boss lady, having noted the shorts calls me into the doorway after a co-worker walked away and proceeded to discuss the lack of professional appearance because I had shorts on and SHE COULD SEE MY TATTOOS! OH NOS! TATTOOS aren’t professional and I should only wear capris if they cover up the tat on my shin. BUT WAIT FOR IT! I have two tats on my ankle too. So I shouldn’t even wear capris because some uptight schmuck might not want to give us one of their precious little angels due to a bad impression like hiring tattooed riffraff off the streets. WTFH?!
The tattoo comment quickly degraded into education team dress code policies before the end of the day. Shorts, capris, and jeans should only be worn on Fridays and other specified times; otherwise it’s business casual khakis, cargos, and company polo or t-shirts. In my case, only jeans, because I have tattoos and those are evil things our children shouldn’t be exposed to because I might scar the little bastards more than their biological families! Christ on a cracker, it’s that ridiculous.
Tammolly~
Debating on the ultimate self-employment gig and pajamas!!!!!!!!!!
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
Anyhoo, down to the nitty-gritty. I haven’t posted in a while. Well, a LONG while. It took today to set me into a mad hamster wheel frenzy of pissed off energy. Nevermind the PMS this week, I’m just irritated to no friggen end! The job I do these days in the school is no different than being a YC on the units. Hell, I even get shit on by some of the UCs just as much now as before I became a part of the education team. I mean I get into as many or more restraints in my classroom as the rotating staff. I do the same amount of paperwork if not more than said staff that rotates through. I don’t get to rotate.
I even have additional responsibilities like tidying up the room before and after school. Grade papers! Keep my officemate sane! Believe you me, it’s no easy task. I am always working with the same teacher in the same classroom every school day of the week. I like working with the teacher in that classroom. If there were anyone else running that classroom, I doubt I would like it very much at all. Plain and simple.
Once upon an interview, I asked about wearing shorts. I was told we could wear shorts. There was no given day of the week expectation or a required length on said shorts. Shorts that are reasonable and somewhat professional looking are ok. So no Dropkick Murphy Goth shorts with tears and multiple tacky looking chains hanging out of various pockets, I get that. I established this much last September! Can I can a sarcastic woo-hoo here?
This morning, it’s predicting a high of 65 today. In my world, that equates to the building being about 80-90 degrees and sticky humid in the building all flippin’ day long. Ugh. Nasty! So I take preemptive steps like wearing a t-shirt, pulling my hair up, and Dun-DUn-DUN! Wait for it… Wearing Hawaiian print plaid cargo shorts that hang almost below the knees, because I’m not going to attempt to wear Daisy Duke shorts. Duh, those wouldn’t be very professional would they?!
The boss lady, having noted the shorts calls me into the doorway after a co-worker walked away and proceeded to discuss the lack of professional appearance because I had shorts on and SHE COULD SEE MY TATTOOS! OH NOS! TATTOOS aren’t professional and I should only wear capris if they cover up the tat on my shin. BUT WAIT FOR IT! I have two tats on my ankle too. So I shouldn’t even wear capris because some uptight schmuck might not want to give us one of their precious little angels due to a bad impression like hiring tattooed riffraff off the streets. WTFH?!
The tattoo comment quickly degraded into education team dress code policies before the end of the day. Shorts, capris, and jeans should only be worn on Fridays and other specified times; otherwise it’s business casual khakis, cargos, and company polo or t-shirts. In my case, only jeans, because I have tattoos and those are evil things our children shouldn’t be exposed to because I might scar the little bastards more than their biological families! Christ on a cracker, it’s that ridiculous.
Tammolly~
Debating on the ultimate self-employment gig and pajamas!!!!!!!!!!
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
New Job! Kiss-Aversary! Whole Ball of Wax!
Got the new job! Did I mention that earlier? Blessing in disguise? Or new form of work related curse? They're slick that way. Welcome you with open arms and by the time you realize you're standing in a giant Venus fly trap with decoys that look like your coworkers, you're now plant food and fertilizer. HAH! Not really. The education team is a cool group of folks. I've been debating the whole posting to the blog thing for a while now. I officially took the position as teacher’s aide September 19th... Dun-DUn-DUN! Adam's birthday.
So far I've been a teacher while one of them is off being a new mommy. I'm okay with that. The job has a new kind of stress, but a manageable stress at that. I prefer it to working on the units. The only real sucks ass moments are going to be working on the units when we're not in school here. They haven't given me the option to be a full-time education staff like a real teacher; otherwise, I'd get 5 sick days a year and about 2 months off total because summer school is 4 days a week, Monday thru Thursday. wOOt!
Weighing things out. I've taken a dock in pay for this position, but the benefits are coming in an hour later in the morning and WEEKENDS OFF! Yes, you read it, WEEKENDS OFF! WOO HOO! Cut in pay sucks a little, because it means I have to pick up more OT to pay bills than before. Since they're currently overpaying me due to not making necessary payroll changes to the new position, what do I care? Oh yeah, they can't make up their mind whether or not I'm going to have to pay that back. whOOps!
Here's the sucky part if I do become a complete accessory to the education wing here. No more Pennsic or Gulf Wars. Our school break schedule falls outside of the date ranges for those particular SCA events. DOH! I keep thinking built in vacation time is good though. Two weeks here, two weeks there, and two weeks everywhere! Plus spring break time and what not. I could deal with no war over the benefit of taking more time off than I would have had initially by staying off the full-fledged education team. I doubt anything will change anytime soon.
Moving on... Happy Belated Kiss-Aversary! Yes. I can't believe we've (Adam and I) been together 3 years now. I look forward to many more returns. YAY! He hasn't killed me yet. We ended up going to Alabama that particular weekend and seeing my mom. I got inducted into the Cherokee Tribe down there. It was really exciting for mom. I am now Little Deer. Not to be confused with Little Dear, because I'm too ornery for that name. :P HAH! Yup, I am officially listed as a minority and can claim Native American status. Now, I’m just waiting for them to start a casino so I can rake in royalties. Not!
That’s all for now. Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve updated things. When I’ve been so wound up with work and whatnot, blogging took a backburner for a bit. TTFN!
Tammolly~ Dressing as a pirate for Halloween.
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
So far I've been a teacher while one of them is off being a new mommy. I'm okay with that. The job has a new kind of stress, but a manageable stress at that. I prefer it to working on the units. The only real sucks ass moments are going to be working on the units when we're not in school here. They haven't given me the option to be a full-time education staff like a real teacher; otherwise, I'd get 5 sick days a year and about 2 months off total because summer school is 4 days a week, Monday thru Thursday. wOOt!
Weighing things out. I've taken a dock in pay for this position, but the benefits are coming in an hour later in the morning and WEEKENDS OFF! Yes, you read it, WEEKENDS OFF! WOO HOO! Cut in pay sucks a little, because it means I have to pick up more OT to pay bills than before. Since they're currently overpaying me due to not making necessary payroll changes to the new position, what do I care? Oh yeah, they can't make up their mind whether or not I'm going to have to pay that back. whOOps!
Here's the sucky part if I do become a complete accessory to the education wing here. No more Pennsic or Gulf Wars. Our school break schedule falls outside of the date ranges for those particular SCA events. DOH! I keep thinking built in vacation time is good though. Two weeks here, two weeks there, and two weeks everywhere! Plus spring break time and what not. I could deal with no war over the benefit of taking more time off than I would have had initially by staying off the full-fledged education team. I doubt anything will change anytime soon.
Moving on... Happy Belated Kiss-Aversary! Yes. I can't believe we've (Adam and I) been together 3 years now. I look forward to many more returns. YAY! He hasn't killed me yet. We ended up going to Alabama that particular weekend and seeing my mom. I got inducted into the Cherokee Tribe down there. It was really exciting for mom. I am now Little Deer. Not to be confused with Little Dear, because I'm too ornery for that name. :P HAH! Yup, I am officially listed as a minority and can claim Native American status. Now, I’m just waiting for them to start a casino so I can rake in royalties. Not!
That’s all for now. Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve updated things. When I’ve been so wound up with work and whatnot, blogging took a backburner for a bit. TTFN!
Tammolly~ Dressing as a pirate for Halloween.
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Respect My Authority!!!!!!!
Think Cartman!
So I’m royally annoyed today; mostly with this week at work. I haven’t quite been home from Pennsic two weeks and I’m ready to implode and tell people to fuck off. Had a few outings these past few weeks, but perhaps I’ll start with the summer semester with the kiddos where their four day school week equates to a three day weekend for staff to suffer with, especially when there’s no hardcore curriculum to entertain the little bastards with on that three day weekend. Now imagine two weeks with them not in school! Can we say nucking futs?!
Summer session, on Thursdays there were outings that coincided with the thematic nature of the week. One week was Wild Wild West and the great outdoors so they all got to go to Happy Hallow Park. Happy Hallow is a fairly nifty free spot here in the Lafayette area. It’s especially cool when the water tables are up and we’ve had consistent rain. It adds to the whole pretty waterfall thing. I was supposed to go on that outing, but got shafted with staying behind in the classroom with the kids who couldn’t go due to being on restriction. Imagine the whole summer where you’re excluded from the REALLY fun shit like going to the Indy Zoo because no one else wants to deal with the bad kids class where a majority of them don’t go because they can’t keep it together long enough to go on those outings. No one else wants the class, because they can’t stand the kids or don’t know how to handle said kids. I CAN HANDLE THEM! Therefore by being a strong staff, I get shafted because whiny kiss asses don’t want to deal with it. The final outing of the summer session I got to go to the water park and swim with the kids. Now, the only reason I got to go on this was the fact that the teacher with the bad kids went to bat for me and ripped some collective asses for shafting me all summer long. Thank you! It was nice and memorable.
This week, I had my birthday on the 19th and I was looking forward to going to Turkey Run on a unit outing. My QMRP, the boss lady over my UC signs me up for it, because she knows I really want to go. Do I get to go? NO! My UC chooses someone else to go. It was a sucky day. Mind you, this week, we went to Indiana Beach and the Indy Children’s Museum too. It was fun with the exception of constantly reminding children to stay with staff, don’t walk away from staff, you’re not in charge, negative shit attitudes, snarking, and the list goes on and on. The outing from yesterday ended up with three boys getting outing restrictions due to all of the above AND a tantrum that almost got a child an elopement consequence because his attitude sucks ass everyday.
Now, my partner on this outing said he would write the restrictions up and update the board, per the approval of last night’s building supervisor and my QMRP. Mind you, I had reached the point when I told them all I wasn’t going to remind them of what they needed to be doing, they were just going to get outing restrictions. I get to the unit this morning and see the board updated. YAY! Ungrateful shits aren’t going to the next outing. UC from the unit next door jumps my shit about how I didn’t follow through, didn’t consequence them right at the outing, and didn’t tell them they had restrictions and erased the updates. The restrictions were the consequences! I’ve had supervisors tell me to right it up that way in the past. Back the fuck off! But it gets better.
My UC comes in for a one on one outing with a kid and she overrides me as well. Nice. So my authority as a YC is now undermined in front of the boys who weren’t supposed to go anywhere. Couldn’t find the paperwork, or so the other UC says. I found it at the end of the day, after 2nd shift came in and I asked about it. I found it and they didn’t go out tonight, but somehow I’m wrong in the whole thing. Somehow it’s my fault that they lied about not knowing about the consequence so they could manipulate the situation and go out tonight. Nice fucking week this has been. Again, why not just tell the kids to ignore everything I say, because by dropping the consequences for their behaviors; they get that very same message. Grrrr
Refer to previous post Nookie And The Eternal Conflict Of Interest for my next line of ranting. UC from next door has the boys all quiet and getting them antsy about going to the game room. He then leaves the unit (background information, we had someone call off, and the UC from next door popped in and out all day long) My UC brings back the kiddo from the one on one and the other UC disappears for 20 + fucking minutes or better and can’t seem to be found anywhere on the walkies. So now I’m stuck on the unit alone with one other staff in the QR and no idea whether or not they’re even going to the game room! ARRG! ARRG! ARRG! Yet no one says a word to them about they’re lovey-dovey bullshit that goes on; which is my suspicion of the situation. No one else can do it either or it’s a big flippin’ dealio. It certainly pays to be related to big people in the building. Nice, isn't it?
I guess I needed to vent and be done with it. This is me cooling down now and going to bed. =)
Tammolly ~Annoyed again
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
So I’m royally annoyed today; mostly with this week at work. I haven’t quite been home from Pennsic two weeks and I’m ready to implode and tell people to fuck off. Had a few outings these past few weeks, but perhaps I’ll start with the summer semester with the kiddos where their four day school week equates to a three day weekend for staff to suffer with, especially when there’s no hardcore curriculum to entertain the little bastards with on that three day weekend. Now imagine two weeks with them not in school! Can we say nucking futs?!
Summer session, on Thursdays there were outings that coincided with the thematic nature of the week. One week was Wild Wild West and the great outdoors so they all got to go to Happy Hallow Park. Happy Hallow is a fairly nifty free spot here in the Lafayette area. It’s especially cool when the water tables are up and we’ve had consistent rain. It adds to the whole pretty waterfall thing. I was supposed to go on that outing, but got shafted with staying behind in the classroom with the kids who couldn’t go due to being on restriction. Imagine the whole summer where you’re excluded from the REALLY fun shit like going to the Indy Zoo because no one else wants to deal with the bad kids class where a majority of them don’t go because they can’t keep it together long enough to go on those outings. No one else wants the class, because they can’t stand the kids or don’t know how to handle said kids. I CAN HANDLE THEM! Therefore by being a strong staff, I get shafted because whiny kiss asses don’t want to deal with it. The final outing of the summer session I got to go to the water park and swim with the kids. Now, the only reason I got to go on this was the fact that the teacher with the bad kids went to bat for me and ripped some collective asses for shafting me all summer long. Thank you! It was nice and memorable.
This week, I had my birthday on the 19th and I was looking forward to going to Turkey Run on a unit outing. My QMRP, the boss lady over my UC signs me up for it, because she knows I really want to go. Do I get to go? NO! My UC chooses someone else to go. It was a sucky day. Mind you, this week, we went to Indiana Beach and the Indy Children’s Museum too. It was fun with the exception of constantly reminding children to stay with staff, don’t walk away from staff, you’re not in charge, negative shit attitudes, snarking, and the list goes on and on. The outing from yesterday ended up with three boys getting outing restrictions due to all of the above AND a tantrum that almost got a child an elopement consequence because his attitude sucks ass everyday.
Now, my partner on this outing said he would write the restrictions up and update the board, per the approval of last night’s building supervisor and my QMRP. Mind you, I had reached the point when I told them all I wasn’t going to remind them of what they needed to be doing, they were just going to get outing restrictions. I get to the unit this morning and see the board updated. YAY! Ungrateful shits aren’t going to the next outing. UC from the unit next door jumps my shit about how I didn’t follow through, didn’t consequence them right at the outing, and didn’t tell them they had restrictions and erased the updates. The restrictions were the consequences! I’ve had supervisors tell me to right it up that way in the past. Back the fuck off! But it gets better.
My UC comes in for a one on one outing with a kid and she overrides me as well. Nice. So my authority as a YC is now undermined in front of the boys who weren’t supposed to go anywhere. Couldn’t find the paperwork, or so the other UC says. I found it at the end of the day, after 2nd shift came in and I asked about it. I found it and they didn’t go out tonight, but somehow I’m wrong in the whole thing. Somehow it’s my fault that they lied about not knowing about the consequence so they could manipulate the situation and go out tonight. Nice fucking week this has been. Again, why not just tell the kids to ignore everything I say, because by dropping the consequences for their behaviors; they get that very same message. Grrrr
Refer to previous post Nookie And The Eternal Conflict Of Interest for my next line of ranting. UC from next door has the boys all quiet and getting them antsy about going to the game room. He then leaves the unit (background information, we had someone call off, and the UC from next door popped in and out all day long) My UC brings back the kiddo from the one on one and the other UC disappears for 20 + fucking minutes or better and can’t seem to be found anywhere on the walkies. So now I’m stuck on the unit alone with one other staff in the QR and no idea whether or not they’re even going to the game room! ARRG! ARRG! ARRG! Yet no one says a word to them about they’re lovey-dovey bullshit that goes on; which is my suspicion of the situation. No one else can do it either or it’s a big flippin’ dealio. It certainly pays to be related to big people in the building. Nice, isn't it?
I guess I needed to vent and be done with it. This is me cooling down now and going to bed. =)
Tammolly ~Annoyed again
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
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