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…

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…

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…

Farewell George

So George Carlin died yesterday. I remember being a little kid and listening to my dad’s LP records. I was too young to understand what was so funny. I’ve got CDs of old LPs. I’m sitting here listening to a few old routines. Farewell George. You will be sorely missed.

T~

As follows. Not my usual signature.

George Carlin's Seven Dirty Words

The big seven words you weren't allowed to broadcast were: Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker and Tits.

Here is the original Carlin comedy routine that caused the Fracas.

"I love words. I thank you for hearing my words. I want to tell you something about words that I uh, I think is important. I love..as I say, they're my work, they're my play, they're my passion. Words are all we have really.

We have thoughts, but thoughts are fluid. You know, [humming]. And, then we assign a word to a thought, [clicks tongue]. And we're stuck with that word for that thought. So be careful with words. I like to think, yeah, the same words that hurt can heal. It's a matter of how you pick them.

There are some people that aren't into all the words. There are some people who would have you not use certain words. Yeah, there are 400,000 words in the English language, and there are seven of them that you can't say on television. What a ratio that is. 399,993 to seven. They must really be bad. They'd have to be outrageous, to be separated from a group that large. All of you over here, you seven. Bad words. That's what they told us they were, remember? 'That's a bad word.' 'Awwww.' There are no bad words. Bad thoughts. Bad Intentions.

And words, you know the seven don't you? Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, and Tits, huh? Those are the heavy seven. Those are the ones that will infect your soul, curve your spine and keep the country from winning the war.

Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, and Tits, wow. Tits doesn't even belong on the list, you know. It's such a friendly sounding word. It sounds like a nickname. 'Hey, Tits, come here. Tits, meet Toots, Toots, Tits, Tits, Toots.' It sounds like a snack doesn't it? Yes, I know, it is, right. But I don't mean the sexist snack, I mean, New Nabisco Tits. The new Cheese Tits, and Corn Tits and Pizza Tits, Sesame Tits Onion Tits, Tater Tits, Yeah. Betcha can't eat just one. That's true I usually switch off . But I mean that word does not belong on the list.

Actually, none of the words belong on the list, but you can understand why some of them are there. I am not completely insensitive to people's feelings. You know, I can dig why some of those words got on the list...like cocksucker and motherfucker. Those are...those are heavy-weight words. There's a lot going on there, man. Besides the literal translation and the emotional feeling. They're just busy words. There's a lot of syllables to contend with. And those K's. Those are aggressive sounds, they jump out at you. CocksuckerMotherfuckerCocksucker. It's like an assault, on you. So I can dig that.

And we mentioned shit earlier, of course. Two of the other 4-letter Anglo-Saxon words are Piss and Cunt, which go together of course. But forget about that. A little accidental humor there. Piss and Cunt. The reason Piss and Cunt are on the list is that a long time ago certain ladies said 'Those are the two I am not going to say. I don't mind Fuck and Shit, but P and C are out. P and C are out.' Which led to such stupid sentences as 'OK, you fuckers, I am going to tinkle now.'
And of course the word Fuck. The word Fuck, I don't really...well, this is some more accidental humor, but I don't really want to get into that now. Because I think it takes too long. But I do mean that. I mean, I think the word fuck is an important word. It's the beginning of life, and, yet it's a word we use to hurt one other, quite often. And uh, people much wiser than I have said, I'd rather have my son watch a film with two people making love than two people trying to kill one other. And I of course agree. I wish I know who said it first, and I agree with that. But I would like to take it a step further. I would like to substitute the word fuck, for the word kill in all those movie cliches we grew up with. 'Okay Sheriff, we're gonna fuck ya now. But we're gonna fuck ya slow.' So maybe next year I'll have a whole fuckin' rap on that word. I hope so.

Uh, there are two-way words, but those are the seven you can never say on television. Under any circumstances you just can not say them ever, ever ever, not even clinically. You can not weave them in the panel with Doc and Ed and Johnny, I mean it's just impossible, forget those seven, they're out.

But, there are some two-way words. There are double-meaning words. Remember the ones your giggled at in sixth grade? 'And the cock crowed three times.''Hey, the cock the cock crowed three times. It's in the bible.' There are some Two-way words, like it's okay for Curt Gowdy [mis-spelled in original transcription. -ed.] to say 'Roberto Clemente has two balls on him.' But he can't say, 'I think he hurt his balls on that play Tony, don't you? He's holding them. He must have hurt them by God.' And the other two-way word that goes with that one is prick. It's okay if it happens to your finger. Yes, you can prick your finger, but don't finger your prick. No, no."

Nookie And The Eternal Conflict Of Interest

So my direct boss is dating someone who used to be on the unit with me as a lowly little youth care schmuck. Then he went to the group homes and made a little more scratch than the folks like me who stayed on the unit and loyal, because our unit is the red headed step-child of the building. Now he’s back as a unit coordinator for the unit next to ours and it makes for what feels to be an uncomfortable situation at times. He was a real smart ass, always has been, always will be; only now he’s in a position to irritate me and get away with it more than ever.

My boss is moody half the time. It seems like whenever our unit gets a unit coordinator aka a UC; we never seem to know where the hell they’re at half the time. Our old UC before he got reactivated to Iraq was also a Houdini UC. I’ve kept my complaints to myself, because it does nothing but aggravate my nerves and make me grumpy when nothing gets done about it. Today was a topper on the cake, the cake of cakes, and I am of the opinion that the mamby-pamby way of being wishy-washy on the enforcement of the rules sucks. I was undermined by her this morning and it sucked. I told a child that the lights were out and that he needed to stay on his bed until it was time to get up, AKA THE LIGHTS MUST BE ON BEFORE GETTING UP!!!!! She let him get up and do whatever he wanted before the lights were on. HELLO! Why not just tell the child to never listen to me so he can staff split to get whatever he wants. *grumble*

Today, for instance, it seemed a trivial thing to take our breaks because the unit was quiet and there was only one child in the QR. I’m thinkin’ we’ll do what we always do when she’s not around; we break ourselves out and take initiative to get shit done.

Things have changed since she’s been around. We don’t prompt the children to get out of bed and give them time out s for not following directions. So they get until 07:30 to be up and ready or receive no reinforcer points for toys and snacks for good behavior and instead get an early bed time that second shift won’t enforce anyway. Oh yeah, and if you’re not ready on time you don’t get to go down to the cafeteria and eat breakfast with everyone else. Does it happen on our shift as dictated by our UC? Nope. It’s arbitrarily enforced in a wishy-washy manner.

Back to taking the initiative! Our UC finally gets on the walkie and radios for us to start our breaks since she’s on her way back to the unit. (Mind you she told she’d be back in 15 minutes and what seemed more like 45 minutes had gone by.) Um-kay. I say something along the lines that we’re already doing it and she sarcastically replies, “Thanks for getting my permission.” WTMFH is that all about? Since when are we to be talked to like children over a walkie where the whole friggen building can hear it?! Damn.

So, when I try to talk to her about it. I got the “Talk to the hand” signal and the phrase, “I’ll talk to you guys later.” She’s all in a tantrum huff. Nice. Dis’n your peeps! MEOW!!!!!!!!

So my buddy’s looking at leaving days to apply for the second shift UC spot just to move up in the world and get away from the impending love triangle drama that will likely ensue. Yeah, my old UC on the girls unit used to date my current UC. Can you see where the drama is coming into play? This sucks! When she cheated on my old UC on the girls unit, they didn’t do a very good job being professional about the whole ordeal. Now the current love birds are in positions that if I piss one off, the other, no matter professional they claim they’re trying to be while at work, might just decide to mess with me too.

Again, I’m clinging onto the hope that I will get into that other job position off the units. I am wary of the spoonfuls of shit handed out periodically. I feel frustrated more and more lately due to the fact that people put up so many fronts for faces in higher places. They know how to look good just long enough to manipulate someone into a position they’re jockeying for. It bites to think that honest people are swept aside for the ass munching butt munchers who are dating the infields. Yah know what I mean? May the best person for the job be selected! Is that too much to ask for?

Tammolly ~Grumbling



...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…

No More Flying Monkeys??

Well, I would certainly deal with fewer flying monkeys in a direct manner if I get the internal job for social services. WOO HOO! We’re talking Monday thru Friday, weekends off, same bennies. Did I mention weekends off and dealing less directly with the kids everyday? Oh yeah! Giggity-giggity. Giggity-goo. It means paperwork of a different sort, it means dressing up more often, it means taking kids to court when social workers can’t, and it means being the good guy ‘cuz I give out treats for good behaviors. All the things I like about the job will likely be all the things I don’t like about the job. Yah know? I am filling out the internal application on Monday. I have a good feeling about this.

Tammolly ~ Excited on a Friday night.

...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…

Morale Booster Anyone?

So the past month or so had been hectic and emotionally draining where work is concerned. Yesterday was the last straw on the camel’s back or something. I just had one of those post adrenaline emotional melt downs where I sat in a teacher’s closet/office and bawled my eyes out for 20 minutes until I could get myself together well enough to not meltdown in front of the kids. They don’t need to see stuff like that. I don’t know if it’s been hormones or what, but it’s there nonetheless. Remember the carrot stabbing incident? LINKY TO POST I STAB YOU! Yeah, that little angry monkey shoved a chair into my knee at breakfast last week. WOO HOO! When I got up out of the chair to restrain him, the reflexive tissue doctors use to tap on your knee to test for reflex was very angry. SO, instead of a standing restraint, we went straight to the floor in a sitting restraint. RIGHT QUICK LIKE. Ugh.

I’ve had better weeks, days, and months on the job. That’s a no brainer there. I am now looking forward to pre-regging for Pennsic! A two week event out near Slippery Rock, PA that generally rocks out for the most part; that is of course if it’s not raining and ungodly nasty humid and hot out the entire time. Oy-vey.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I should go find something to do besides sit here and surf. LAUNDRY! YAY! Not… Tomorrow is fun haircut and colorization day! =)~

Tammolly ~Kinda bored, but glad I didn’t pick up a day at work.


...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…