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…
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
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…
Monday, June 23, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
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…
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…
Friday, June 06, 2008
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…
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…
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
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…
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…
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
More On Gulf Wars 2008
So I gave y’all a brief summary of the vacation. I met a few interesting people, one I can quote, but don’t know his name. He stated that while on a plane, he had a t-shirt on that said “YOU ARE ALL SHEEP.” The lady that was sitting next to him asked if he was a religious man. He said politely, “No Ma’am I’m Scottish.” Wheee! That was hilarious.
On some cool morning or another, it got down to the 40’s at night, we arose to wander through the encampment and get some breakfast at the chow hall. It’s got a little general store in it for miscellaneous things like soda and energy drinks, candy, and basic toiletries. If you had the misfortune of forgetting your tooth brush, they were as generic as having a simple piece of hard plastic with bristle like objects attached to one end that would scrape the shite out of your gums if you weren’t careful. That was me my first GW! Jooooy. Not this time boys and girls. Anyhoo, back to wandering for breakfast, two guys wander up to our table and ask we mind if they ate breakfast with us due to limited space. Got to chatting, seemed like nice folks from another Kingdom, Gleann Abhann. So that was all well and good. I mention if they want to come and hang out with us later to look for the flaming nuts in Midrealm’s area.
Yes, you read it correctly, FLAMING NUTS. I shall explain. We camped with Wednesday Company this year. It was an altogether treat in some respects, lots of passersby would admire the flaming acorn regalia and arms. Throw in tiki-torches shaped like acorns and a squirrel fetish; it was easy for folks to find us by telling them to look for the flaming nuts.
“Regardez la sheet…” Another quote. Watch out for the poopai! There was a royal procession on horse back that was pretty darn cool to watch as it went right by our camp. All the kingdoms in attendance had horses! Gorgeous! Someone’s poor equine had the case of runny poops. Oh yeah, it was the size of a watermelon and runny and gross. So, someone in our camp tried to make a French sounding phrase that sounded funny. “Regardez la sheet.” And I would repeat “Watch out for the poopai!” It was a worthwhile giggle or two.
I think that night I tried to drink myself into a blissful drunken state of mind, then had an alien belly attack and had to stop the drinking. It didn’t stop me from enjoying the fact that Adam was smiling and giggly toasty on Fekkin’ Irish Whiskey and something else. Another friend of ours was so drunk he fell out of a camp chair, nearly took out a tent awning, and then staggered off someplace. Turns out he was stuck in a port-a-potty proclaiming how nice they were because he couldn’t fall down in one. Our Gleann Abhann buddy from breakfast found the flaming nuts and joined us.
Mind you, there’s a set up for this one. When you drive into the camp site, you’ll find these ¾ inch thick plywood people cut outs mounted into the ground by rebar 3 feet down. No easy task to get these in and out of the ground! I woke up the next morning to find three plywood people in our camp sitting on our camp chairs with a camp mate eating a bowl of salsa and chips for breakfast and having a conversation with them while offering food. He was being quite silly. Bless our pranking Gleann Abhann pal! At some point, someone made off with the plywood gypsy wench and stuck in someone’s bed over on the Northshield encampment. Hee-hee. I wish I coulda seen that one happen. Oh well, that’s about all the highlights I can think of at the moment.
Tammolly~ Getting organized.
...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…
On some cool morning or another, it got down to the 40’s at night, we arose to wander through the encampment and get some breakfast at the chow hall. It’s got a little general store in it for miscellaneous things like soda and energy drinks, candy, and basic toiletries. If you had the misfortune of forgetting your tooth brush, they were as generic as having a simple piece of hard plastic with bristle like objects attached to one end that would scrape the shite out of your gums if you weren’t careful. That was me my first GW! Jooooy. Not this time boys and girls. Anyhoo, back to wandering for breakfast, two guys wander up to our table and ask we mind if they ate breakfast with us due to limited space. Got to chatting, seemed like nice folks from another Kingdom, Gleann Abhann. So that was all well and good. I mention if they want to come and hang out with us later to look for the flaming nuts in Midrealm’s area.
Yes, you read it correctly, FLAMING NUTS. I shall explain. We camped with Wednesday Company this year. It was an altogether treat in some respects, lots of passersby would admire the flaming acorn regalia and arms. Throw in tiki-torches shaped like acorns and a squirrel fetish; it was easy for folks to find us by telling them to look for the flaming nuts.
“Regardez la sheet…” Another quote. Watch out for the poopai! There was a royal procession on horse back that was pretty darn cool to watch as it went right by our camp. All the kingdoms in attendance had horses! Gorgeous! Someone’s poor equine had the case of runny poops. Oh yeah, it was the size of a watermelon and runny and gross. So, someone in our camp tried to make a French sounding phrase that sounded funny. “Regardez la sheet.” And I would repeat “Watch out for the poopai!” It was a worthwhile giggle or two.
I think that night I tried to drink myself into a blissful drunken state of mind, then had an alien belly attack and had to stop the drinking. It didn’t stop me from enjoying the fact that Adam was smiling and giggly toasty on Fekkin’ Irish Whiskey and something else. Another friend of ours was so drunk he fell out of a camp chair, nearly took out a tent awning, and then staggered off someplace. Turns out he was stuck in a port-a-potty proclaiming how nice they were because he couldn’t fall down in one. Our Gleann Abhann buddy from breakfast found the flaming nuts and joined us.
Mind you, there’s a set up for this one. When you drive into the camp site, you’ll find these ¾ inch thick plywood people cut outs mounted into the ground by rebar 3 feet down. No easy task to get these in and out of the ground! I woke up the next morning to find three plywood people in our camp sitting on our camp chairs with a camp mate eating a bowl of salsa and chips for breakfast and having a conversation with them while offering food. He was being quite silly. Bless our pranking Gleann Abhann pal! At some point, someone made off with the plywood gypsy wench and stuck in someone’s bed over on the Northshield encampment. Hee-hee. I wish I coulda seen that one happen. Oh well, that’s about all the highlights I can think of at the moment.
Tammolly~ Getting organized.
...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…
Y’All Come Back Now Yah Hear!!
The vacation in Mississippi was nice. It was a wonderful 10 day break away from the job, home, and such. It was even nice to spend a few days with the Mom and step-dad. I could have done without the alien belly that would flare up to ruin inclinations of partying or fencing. The trip to New Orleans involved multiple doses of Immodium AD during the drive there to thwart the random alien attacks. I only wish I had taken that approach earlier in the week to have been able to have more fun rather than sit about the camp like a feeble old person. Granted, it was spent with Adam and that was nice. Sitting around a portable fire pit and chatting it up with friends old and new.
It seemed there was definitely a plague going about the Gulf Wars encampment. Folks from Northshield were hit with it especially it seemed. Adam was coughing it up all week, partly due to not going to the doctor for 3 weeks prior to GW. The bright side, we had lots o’ quality time together and I don’t think I was bitchy most of the week.
New Orleans was interesting in a pedestrian sense. You could walk everywhere and see lots of neat things that Katrina hadn’t wiped out, like Bourbon Street. The more pathetic aspect of New Orleans was the fact that the outskirts of the city, the burbs surrounding the area, they looked like downtown Baghdad after a nice fire bombing. Looted to high heavens, Wal-Mart was an empty pathetic boarded up shell. Housing was still in shambles, places with no roofs, collapsed, dilapidated, and very disheartening to see. Especially when you see all the new construction going up all over the place, clearly none of the poor African American population can’t and could never afford to rent or own.
I was amazed at the concentration of African American folks. It was scary thick in some areas. Like, the only Caucasians I saw roaming about were either tourists feeling about as secure as I did or they were cops, dealers, or natives of the area that just didn’t give a shit anymore. Definitely saw a unusual amount of mental outpatients running amuck too. Go figure. Otherwise, Nawlins was architecturally interesting and I had some of the best shrimp ever! I highly doubt that it would be an appealing place to go to for Mardi Gras for me though. If I want to party like a rock star, I’ll just go to Pennsic and join an amoeba of wandering drunks instead or find a Northshield party to attend. =)
Tammolly~ Making a post because it’s been a while and needed to babble.
...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…
It seemed there was definitely a plague going about the Gulf Wars encampment. Folks from Northshield were hit with it especially it seemed. Adam was coughing it up all week, partly due to not going to the doctor for 3 weeks prior to GW. The bright side, we had lots o’ quality time together and I don’t think I was bitchy most of the week.
New Orleans was interesting in a pedestrian sense. You could walk everywhere and see lots of neat things that Katrina hadn’t wiped out, like Bourbon Street. The more pathetic aspect of New Orleans was the fact that the outskirts of the city, the burbs surrounding the area, they looked like downtown Baghdad after a nice fire bombing. Looted to high heavens, Wal-Mart was an empty pathetic boarded up shell. Housing was still in shambles, places with no roofs, collapsed, dilapidated, and very disheartening to see. Especially when you see all the new construction going up all over the place, clearly none of the poor African American population can’t and could never afford to rent or own.
I was amazed at the concentration of African American folks. It was scary thick in some areas. Like, the only Caucasians I saw roaming about were either tourists feeling about as secure as I did or they were cops, dealers, or natives of the area that just didn’t give a shit anymore. Definitely saw a unusual amount of mental outpatients running amuck too. Go figure. Otherwise, Nawlins was architecturally interesting and I had some of the best shrimp ever! I highly doubt that it would be an appealing place to go to for Mardi Gras for me though. If I want to party like a rock star, I’ll just go to Pennsic and join an amoeba of wandering drunks instead or find a Northshield party to attend. =)
Tammolly~ Making a post because it’s been a while and needed to babble.
...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, February 19, 2008
Regaining The Sanity
My nose still fucking hurts. =( I realize now that perhaps I should have waited to make a short erratic post about a Transformer breaking my friggen nose. Had a an angry little monkey as work swing an Optimus Prime toy into my face, causing my nose to start splattering red goo all over the gym floor, something looked like a pint once it was done and over with. Optimus Prime is/was about a foot tall toy, laden with “D” batteries for his arm cannon thingy. Either way, it hurt like a complete mother fucker. That was the owie part.
I am angry that it happened, because it was one of those stupid ass things that happen that you know you should know better than to step into. I am annoyed about the incident due to the fact that it created a highly dramatic event in front of the boys. No one needs to see that kind of bloody mess happen in front of them. They’ve had enough drama and trauma in their lives; I don’t need to add to it. The disappointment comes from the feeling that I’ve somehow let down the people who depend on me to do my job without failure. Like somehow it reflects poorly on them that I got my face bashed by a one foot toy packed with “D” batteries. Angry! Well let’s see. I was blubbering cry baby for about 2 hours. I mean, yeah, it fucking hurt! But I shoulda been about to cry it out and get it done with and be done with the sniffling crying. Nooooooooooooo. I gotta get all hormonal and girlie and cry every time someone asked me if I was ok. Then just get all irrationally emotional and grrrrrrrrr, I hate that.
The psychology of females… No let’s start with males. We encourage males to be tough. “Why are you crying? Stop your crying, I’ll give you something to cry about. Stop your crying.” Yada-yada-yada-yada. Girls, aka, the female of the species are, on the other hand, encouraged to express feelings and cry and all that other mamby-pamby shite. So when we get mad, we cry. When we get hurt, we cry, get upset and cry more. Girls are not given the appropriate coping skills for dealing with stress and anger. If they somehow do have the appropriate coping skills, meaning doesn’t get all girlie under stress and anger, then we’re just evil she-devilish bi-atches. Anyhoo, that’s the gist of it.
This morning when I got to work, I said to a third shifter that I thought about the top ten ways to get fired from this job. He just kinda smiled and set his PDA down and commented, “It’s not the top10 you should worry about, when it’s number 11, the one you never thought of that does get you out the door.” EEP! How right he is on that one. For the most part, everyone has been sympathetic and trying to give me kudos for coming back to work the next day. If they only knew that I’m only trying to protect the vacation over-time nest egg more than anything, I would have otherwise stayed home and not gone near the building. Workman’s Comp has already called today trying to ascertain the amount of suck up that needs to happen due to having a fracture in my nose from a toy that should have never gone to the gym in the first place. Grrrrrrr.
That’s all for now. Have a better week than me! =)
Tammolly~ Wary of anything near my face. Blah
...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…
I am angry that it happened, because it was one of those stupid ass things that happen that you know you should know better than to step into. I am annoyed about the incident due to the fact that it created a highly dramatic event in front of the boys. No one needs to see that kind of bloody mess happen in front of them. They’ve had enough drama and trauma in their lives; I don’t need to add to it. The disappointment comes from the feeling that I’ve somehow let down the people who depend on me to do my job without failure. Like somehow it reflects poorly on them that I got my face bashed by a one foot toy packed with “D” batteries. Angry! Well let’s see. I was blubbering cry baby for about 2 hours. I mean, yeah, it fucking hurt! But I shoulda been about to cry it out and get it done with and be done with the sniffling crying. Nooooooooooooo. I gotta get all hormonal and girlie and cry every time someone asked me if I was ok. Then just get all irrationally emotional and grrrrrrrrr, I hate that.
The psychology of females… No let’s start with males. We encourage males to be tough. “Why are you crying? Stop your crying, I’ll give you something to cry about. Stop your crying.” Yada-yada-yada-yada. Girls, aka, the female of the species are, on the other hand, encouraged to express feelings and cry and all that other mamby-pamby shite. So when we get mad, we cry. When we get hurt, we cry, get upset and cry more. Girls are not given the appropriate coping skills for dealing with stress and anger. If they somehow do have the appropriate coping skills, meaning doesn’t get all girlie under stress and anger, then we’re just evil she-devilish bi-atches. Anyhoo, that’s the gist of it.
This morning when I got to work, I said to a third shifter that I thought about the top ten ways to get fired from this job. He just kinda smiled and set his PDA down and commented, “It’s not the top10 you should worry about, when it’s number 11, the one you never thought of that does get you out the door.” EEP! How right he is on that one. For the most part, everyone has been sympathetic and trying to give me kudos for coming back to work the next day. If they only knew that I’m only trying to protect the vacation over-time nest egg more than anything, I would have otherwise stayed home and not gone near the building. Workman’s Comp has already called today trying to ascertain the amount of suck up that needs to happen due to having a fracture in my nose from a toy that should have never gone to the gym in the first place. Grrrrrrr.
That’s all for now. Have a better week than me! =)
Tammolly~ Wary of anything near my face. Blah
...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, February 18, 2008
Optimus Prime Broke My Nose
Yeah, you read it. I’m not kidding. Optimus Prime broke my friggen nose! Ok, it’s fractured at the point where the cartilage meets the bone. Owie!!! It sucked ass too. Nose is throbbing at the moment. Just wanted to get that out there. ANGRY! Grrrrrrrr. Upset! Annoyed! Disappointed! *sniffle* Too much drama for the kids to see, feel bad for that. I think I had pint of blood on the gym floor. Yet, I still have my job. I get to go back to work tomorrow. Yay-rah-rah! Not. More to come later when I’m not so emotional.
Tammolly~ Feelin’ Icky
...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…
Tammolly~ Feelin’ Icky
...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…
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Have You Seen My Baseball?
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!
Soooooooooo, it’s been a hectic week dealing with two new admissions to the unit and a discharge. One of my little ones has gone to a good loving home, so I couldn’t be happier for him. I’m glad to know, actually ecstatic to know that this child’s biological parents will not have access to him ever again. He has gone to a caring and loving family that has fostered him several times and this is a good thing. Moving away and out of state from the biologicals is also a plus for all involved. WOO HOO! Can I get a WOO HOO for the system that actually worked?
We’ve had two new admits to my unit this week, and we’re losing three admits in total this month. Things are changing and that’s either a good thing or a bad thing, I’m not sure yet. At this point, it’s hard telling due to the unknowns with the new kids. More shifting around will be occurring due to the new group home opening up and shuffling a few appropriate kids out to that group home from my unit. One of which will be kinda nice to remove the unit since he’s such a pain in the ass in the morning to get up and get dressed, especially since he’s got to be so hands on at times because he just doesn’t want to do what he’s supposed to do in the mornings. The group home pays more than the main buildings due to the higher responsibility involved. This means the house is not locked, the kids can wander freely about the house if you’re not careful, and you’re in a residential neighborhood that may or may not like the fact you have 8 different vehicles taking up space around their cul-de-sac between shift changes.
Sometimes the people that live around the group homes are just assholes and plain ol’ special in the head. Have you seen my baseball? If y’all haven’t seen There’s Something About Mary, then I’ll briefly explain that Mary’s brother is a special needs individual with an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) about baseballs and not wanting anyone touching his ears, unless he likes that person, otherwise he flips out and monkey stomps your ass. I’ve got kids like that about various things at times. Imagine living near a house with a load of children with various special needs? I’m not sure how most people would feel about it, but I’ve heard some real jerk-wad stories about current neighbors. Mainly making fun of the kids and saying stuff like “Have you seen my baseball?” Grrrrrrr.
I never thought I could be so protective of them like a mother until I’ve had them out in public with people who look at them like they’re just the most disgusting beings on the planet. I have one child who doesn’t have much of a vocabulary; he obsesses over strawberry waffles at IHOP. He’s a sweet kiddo too. People sometimes look at him when we’re on outings in the community and it makes me irritated to say the least when I see looks of disgust on their faces. Eh? Who the hell gave you the right to judge a child that way?! Grrrrrrrr. Grrrrrrrr.
In other work related news, another one of my co-workers was fired in the past week. WTF?! Apparently one should not be insubordinate with one’s immediate supervisor. It doesn’t matter how long yah been around either, you could get canned. Also, telling a resident they are disgusting is not acceptable fodder to spew about in front of them, no matter how true it is. These are just mental notes, especially after the whole paper tossing incident that could have potentially gotten me into deep shit, but was luckily Jedi Knighted away. This is not the incident you are looking for. Carry on as if nothing happened. HAH! I am watching all me P’s and Q’, my one year anniversary is next month! =)
So HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY peoples! I am knocking around bronchitis yet again whilst I chow upon a bowl of clam chowder, cleaning off the very highly cluttered desk while sipping coca-cola from a Styrofoam cup and chattin’ with my honey while he’s trying to work. =) Hee-hee-hee. All the while I have been rolodexing through my music collection and jamming to energetic parakeet squawks and Rammstein. Throw in my constant obsessing over budgetary demands; it’s been a slightly busy day. I suppose the budgetary obsessing is a direct of result of being unemployed once upon a time. It sucked ass.
Alas, next month is the nearly infamous anniversary of Gulf Wars. The trip from hell that nearly killed me and several of my Rivenstar buddies at any given moment while on the road. See Gulf Wars post. No trailers this time. No one but the Adam and Me driving down. No obnoxious “Go Team Rivenstar!” Bless the poor soul who was Camp and Caravan Dad and will never do it again. Poor guy.
YAY! Gonna stop by and see the Mom along the way. She’s a halfway point of the trip now. Mom’s been so darn excited she can hardly contain herself. She’s already cooking for an army, I know it! Homemade biscuits and gravy, hash browns, potato pan cakes, BBQ, all kinds of goodies she’s talking about. Throw in the homemade strawberry freezer jam, and we’re in hog heaven. =) I have already told her and emphasized not to go overboard, but I know she will. Gotta love the Mom.
Oh well. Time to jet!
Tammolly~ Lookin’ forward to vacation time!
...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…
Soooooooooo, it’s been a hectic week dealing with two new admissions to the unit and a discharge. One of my little ones has gone to a good loving home, so I couldn’t be happier for him. I’m glad to know, actually ecstatic to know that this child’s biological parents will not have access to him ever again. He has gone to a caring and loving family that has fostered him several times and this is a good thing. Moving away and out of state from the biologicals is also a plus for all involved. WOO HOO! Can I get a WOO HOO for the system that actually worked?
We’ve had two new admits to my unit this week, and we’re losing three admits in total this month. Things are changing and that’s either a good thing or a bad thing, I’m not sure yet. At this point, it’s hard telling due to the unknowns with the new kids. More shifting around will be occurring due to the new group home opening up and shuffling a few appropriate kids out to that group home from my unit. One of which will be kinda nice to remove the unit since he’s such a pain in the ass in the morning to get up and get dressed, especially since he’s got to be so hands on at times because he just doesn’t want to do what he’s supposed to do in the mornings. The group home pays more than the main buildings due to the higher responsibility involved. This means the house is not locked, the kids can wander freely about the house if you’re not careful, and you’re in a residential neighborhood that may or may not like the fact you have 8 different vehicles taking up space around their cul-de-sac between shift changes.
Sometimes the people that live around the group homes are just assholes and plain ol’ special in the head. Have you seen my baseball? If y’all haven’t seen There’s Something About Mary, then I’ll briefly explain that Mary’s brother is a special needs individual with an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) about baseballs and not wanting anyone touching his ears, unless he likes that person, otherwise he flips out and monkey stomps your ass. I’ve got kids like that about various things at times. Imagine living near a house with a load of children with various special needs? I’m not sure how most people would feel about it, but I’ve heard some real jerk-wad stories about current neighbors. Mainly making fun of the kids and saying stuff like “Have you seen my baseball?” Grrrrrrr.
I never thought I could be so protective of them like a mother until I’ve had them out in public with people who look at them like they’re just the most disgusting beings on the planet. I have one child who doesn’t have much of a vocabulary; he obsesses over strawberry waffles at IHOP. He’s a sweet kiddo too. People sometimes look at him when we’re on outings in the community and it makes me irritated to say the least when I see looks of disgust on their faces. Eh? Who the hell gave you the right to judge a child that way?! Grrrrrrrr. Grrrrrrrr.
In other work related news, another one of my co-workers was fired in the past week. WTF?! Apparently one should not be insubordinate with one’s immediate supervisor. It doesn’t matter how long yah been around either, you could get canned. Also, telling a resident they are disgusting is not acceptable fodder to spew about in front of them, no matter how true it is. These are just mental notes, especially after the whole paper tossing incident that could have potentially gotten me into deep shit, but was luckily Jedi Knighted away. This is not the incident you are looking for. Carry on as if nothing happened. HAH! I am watching all me P’s and Q’, my one year anniversary is next month! =)
So HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY peoples! I am knocking around bronchitis yet again whilst I chow upon a bowl of clam chowder, cleaning off the very highly cluttered desk while sipping coca-cola from a Styrofoam cup and chattin’ with my honey while he’s trying to work. =) Hee-hee-hee. All the while I have been rolodexing through my music collection and jamming to energetic parakeet squawks and Rammstein. Throw in my constant obsessing over budgetary demands; it’s been a slightly busy day. I suppose the budgetary obsessing is a direct of result of being unemployed once upon a time. It sucked ass.
Alas, next month is the nearly infamous anniversary of Gulf Wars. The trip from hell that nearly killed me and several of my Rivenstar buddies at any given moment while on the road. See Gulf Wars post. No trailers this time. No one but the Adam and Me driving down. No obnoxious “Go Team Rivenstar!” Bless the poor soul who was Camp and Caravan Dad and will never do it again. Poor guy.
YAY! Gonna stop by and see the Mom along the way. She’s a halfway point of the trip now. Mom’s been so darn excited she can hardly contain herself. She’s already cooking for an army, I know it! Homemade biscuits and gravy, hash browns, potato pan cakes, BBQ, all kinds of goodies she’s talking about. Throw in the homemade strawberry freezer jam, and we’re in hog heaven. =) I have already told her and emphasized not to go overboard, but I know she will. Gotta love the Mom.
Oh well. Time to jet!
Tammolly~ Lookin’ forward to vacation time!
...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…
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Thank You Mister Sunshine
On A Super Bowl Sunday!
So, it was a hectic day at work. General nonsense, nothing new for a weekend with the exception of my UC calling off and having a new guy working on the unit that doesn’t know or understand the meaning of deodorant must be worn at all times if you plan to stand within three feet of me. Throw in a visiting UC from the group homes that came in to help cover gaps in the system, it was kinda nutty all around all day long. Figuring that we might fill up an entire time out sheet between two shifts on an average weekend, we filled one up and then some today. Oy-vey! Crazy children! No problemo! I got my stuff done and got out the door by 3:45! WOO HOO!
Finally got a hold of my dad who hasn’t answered his phone in over a week, my concern was something along the lines of if something had happened to him, I wouldn’t know about it until he’s bloated and attracting flies in February or maybe his dog has been gnawing on his fingers for the past week or so. Yah know, all kinds morbid worrying stuff because he lives alone. YAY! He answered his phone today, glad he’s ok. JOY! Apparently he had a power surge during the big lightening storm prior to the big freeze and snow. Blew up the phones and he didn’t know it. Whoops. Glad I won’t be making any impromptu hour long trips tomorrow to make sure he’s still alive. Crimany!
Then, there’s the co-worker that got fired the other day. I think it’s a crock of shit, especially since the child that was involved with the incident that lead up to getting her fired has been an absolute defiant shit for the past two weeks and has been cruising for time outs and restraints to no end. Yup, you guessed, he’s one of mine. My main concern with him is that there’s something going on with him that he’s not expressing to us, except through whacky acts of defiance and aggression. Little shit threw a toy dinosaur at me today and he’s gone bye-bye-bye for the next 24 hours. He asked me for that dinosaur all day and got aggressive about it each time I said no, and each time he was restrained and escorted to the QR for a nice ol’ time out to complete. He eventually stopped asking for that toy, especially when second shift came in to take over. Uh-huh. He knew better.
Then there’s my adorable little red headed monster that for some reason had it in for one of his peers big time today. We’re talking four serious aggressions that involved some serious restraints and at one point, we thought possible medical attention for the peer he continued to terrorize. Christ almighty, this child was evil today. The last aggression was the doozy, knocked his peer right out of the chair by pulling it over. THUNK! Although, I had to laugh, because when the monster got out of that time out, that peer got him back and got him hard too. There were no sympathetic hugs and boohooing from me. It was a natural consequence as far as I’m concerned. Like, if your foot hurts because you had to have your shoes taken away due to kicking the door, and you continue to kick the door, there’s a natural consequence! Ugh.
Tammolly ~Grumpy.
...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, it was a hectic day at work. General nonsense, nothing new for a weekend with the exception of my UC calling off and having a new guy working on the unit that doesn’t know or understand the meaning of deodorant must be worn at all times if you plan to stand within three feet of me. Throw in a visiting UC from the group homes that came in to help cover gaps in the system, it was kinda nutty all around all day long. Figuring that we might fill up an entire time out sheet between two shifts on an average weekend, we filled one up and then some today. Oy-vey! Crazy children! No problemo! I got my stuff done and got out the door by 3:45! WOO HOO!
Finally got a hold of my dad who hasn’t answered his phone in over a week, my concern was something along the lines of if something had happened to him, I wouldn’t know about it until he’s bloated and attracting flies in February or maybe his dog has been gnawing on his fingers for the past week or so. Yah know, all kinds morbid worrying stuff because he lives alone. YAY! He answered his phone today, glad he’s ok. JOY! Apparently he had a power surge during the big lightening storm prior to the big freeze and snow. Blew up the phones and he didn’t know it. Whoops. Glad I won’t be making any impromptu hour long trips tomorrow to make sure he’s still alive. Crimany!
Then, there’s the co-worker that got fired the other day. I think it’s a crock of shit, especially since the child that was involved with the incident that lead up to getting her fired has been an absolute defiant shit for the past two weeks and has been cruising for time outs and restraints to no end. Yup, you guessed, he’s one of mine. My main concern with him is that there’s something going on with him that he’s not expressing to us, except through whacky acts of defiance and aggression. Little shit threw a toy dinosaur at me today and he’s gone bye-bye-bye for the next 24 hours. He asked me for that dinosaur all day and got aggressive about it each time I said no, and each time he was restrained and escorted to the QR for a nice ol’ time out to complete. He eventually stopped asking for that toy, especially when second shift came in to take over. Uh-huh. He knew better.
Then there’s my adorable little red headed monster that for some reason had it in for one of his peers big time today. We’re talking four serious aggressions that involved some serious restraints and at one point, we thought possible medical attention for the peer he continued to terrorize. Christ almighty, this child was evil today. The last aggression was the doozy, knocked his peer right out of the chair by pulling it over. THUNK! Although, I had to laugh, because when the monster got out of that time out, that peer got him back and got him hard too. There were no sympathetic hugs and boohooing from me. It was a natural consequence as far as I’m concerned. Like, if your foot hurts because you had to have your shoes taken away due to kicking the door, and you continue to kick the door, there’s a natural consequence! Ugh.
Tammolly ~Grumpy.
...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, January 22, 2008
Christ On A Cracker AND Jeebus Crust
TAKE YOUR PICK!
Been one of those days today, well, been one of those I have PMS despite the pills that are meant to stabilize the hormones to an even keel, been sick for the last four days, mildly feverish, and bigoly gee whiz, you guessed it!!!!!! Work has been especially and unusually high on the level of this sucks ass and you’re all getting on my last PMSing, hormonal, sick-ass , I'm feeling utterly irrational at the moment nerves. Grrrrrrrr.
It’s not the kids; it’s the co-workers these days. Although, I did have one child that was particularly creative in his manipulation this morning, it was quite comical. Hmmm. I walk on the unit, take a look around, chat with the 3rd shift crew about previous activities and who’s in which QR and why. I assess the need for an extra laundry bin due to the one in the hallway being halfway full. I make note of what’s on top of the pile in the bin. Lights are still out; I put out clean clothes prepared by 3rd shift prior to lights on. Now starts the beginning of chaos and how much the sweet little angels manipulate, and be redirected for before they receive a time out in the QR.
A child asks me for a t-shirt because all he had was his sweatshirt and he didn’t want to be hot all day. Generally, if they’re asking for a different item, they are shit out of luck, because whatever 3rd shift puts out for them is what they are supposed to wear, end of discussion, and don’t bother asking me, I won’t get it for you… Alas, this one needed a t-shirt for under the sweatshirt. I go to the laundry room and check, he has none. I relay this message and he accepts this answer quite well. Interesting, he usually has a melt down about stuff like this.
I move along to other business like handing out consequences for those who are refusing to get out of bed by the second prompt and receiving an early bed time etc. Kids who are wandering the hallway causing trouble are sent to where they need to be. Tah-dah!!!!! Things usually run smoothly enough to get them herded into the dayroom or the herd gets culled into the QR. The herd slowly comes into the day room, one by one, the child now enters with a t-shirt that I know he did not have before and now I see odd looking grease-like marks streaked all over this shirt he has on and he reeks of massive amounts of Speed Stick deodorant that smells like a whore house in Las Vegas. The genius pulled a shirt out of the piss laden laundry bin and rubbed his deodorant stick all over it to cover up the smell. Oy-vey. Long story short, he was in the QR for a time out for lying to me, stealing some one else’s clothes from the laundry bin, and well being a general disruption to the whole unit with his whining and crying when I called him on it. I’m so evil.
Sadly, that was probably the best part of my whole day. After lunch, another child acts up and gets a time out in class. He wound up having to be escorted to a QR. I wrote up the tracking sheet and tried to run it out to the person who was watching the child’s QR. I was promptly given the brush off from this person, who typically has a “do the minimum” attitude unless a supervisor type is around and he’s trying to look good. “I don’t want it. It’s not mine. I’m going on break. You deal with it.” So now, here’s my situation, irritable from PMS and being sick, feeling nauseated because lunch sucked, the teacher is alone in the classroom with 11 children which is a HUGE NO-NO. I explain this briefly and still get the brush off. Now I’m cranky and frantically trying to find someone who will take the sheet so I can get back into the classroom where I REALLY need to be.
Historically, that particular teacher’s class has a tendency to follow the first child right out the door into a consequence. Why? Just because they can and they know staff is occupied, so that’s the best time to have a fit and get some attention. Did I mention frantic, cranky, and nauseated? Former supervisor is now standing on the other end of the hallway smirking for god knows what reason, other than not helping the situation and just says, “What?” This is in his usual cocky attitude, the one that basically rubs most people the wrong way. So, my response, a poor response I admit completely, was to fling the tracking sheet into the air and walk back into the classroom where I REALLY needed to be focusing the most. Former supervisor a few moments later pokes his head through the door and just says, “I didn’t appreciate that.” Yeah, well, I didn’t appreciate your lack of help either.
Oftentimes, I think to myself, if you’re not a part of the solution to the situation at hand, I don’t have much use for you at work. I keep that to myself most days, unless I’m sick, over tired, stressed, and hormonal. When someone says to you, “I need to get these kids split up into separate groups to do this and this.” Your answer should not be, “Good luck with that.” Did you come here to work or did you just come here to sit around and bullshit your way around the boss to kiss ass and look good? That would be Mr. Do The Minimum’s way of needling people. ARRG!
I know I haven’t blogged in a while. Perhaps I let it build up some steam before letting the lid off this bad boy. More than likely, I will probably be written up for flinging a paper into the hallway. I tried to talk to the old supervisor; he blew me off twice after the fact. The usual attitude from him, you’re useless, and I’m better than you. I talked to the building supervisor, because my two immediate supervisors were in training for a bunch of new people. Ugh. The building sup basically told me that he was upset with how I reacted to him. Go figure. There’s a reason I stopped hanging out with co-workers after work. You find out stuff you really don’t want to know about them and they say shit to other people that you never did or said. At least, with the former supervisor, I got to see him without the corn cob up his ass outside of work. He’s still a jerk at work.
We’ll see what happens. Hopefully nothing happens and I can keep the build up of over time I’ve had since last week. It would suck to lose that. Whatever happens happens I guess. Grrrrrrr
Tammolly~ Ready to crawl into a cave.
...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…
Been one of those days today, well, been one of those I have PMS despite the pills that are meant to stabilize the hormones to an even keel, been sick for the last four days, mildly feverish, and bigoly gee whiz, you guessed it!!!!!! Work has been especially and unusually high on the level of this sucks ass and you’re all getting on my last PMSing, hormonal, sick-ass , I'm feeling utterly irrational at the moment nerves. Grrrrrrrr.
It’s not the kids; it’s the co-workers these days. Although, I did have one child that was particularly creative in his manipulation this morning, it was quite comical. Hmmm. I walk on the unit, take a look around, chat with the 3rd shift crew about previous activities and who’s in which QR and why. I assess the need for an extra laundry bin due to the one in the hallway being halfway full. I make note of what’s on top of the pile in the bin. Lights are still out; I put out clean clothes prepared by 3rd shift prior to lights on. Now starts the beginning of chaos and how much the sweet little angels manipulate, and be redirected for before they receive a time out in the QR.
A child asks me for a t-shirt because all he had was his sweatshirt and he didn’t want to be hot all day. Generally, if they’re asking for a different item, they are shit out of luck, because whatever 3rd shift puts out for them is what they are supposed to wear, end of discussion, and don’t bother asking me, I won’t get it for you… Alas, this one needed a t-shirt for under the sweatshirt. I go to the laundry room and check, he has none. I relay this message and he accepts this answer quite well. Interesting, he usually has a melt down about stuff like this.
I move along to other business like handing out consequences for those who are refusing to get out of bed by the second prompt and receiving an early bed time etc. Kids who are wandering the hallway causing trouble are sent to where they need to be. Tah-dah!!!!! Things usually run smoothly enough to get them herded into the dayroom or the herd gets culled into the QR. The herd slowly comes into the day room, one by one, the child now enters with a t-shirt that I know he did not have before and now I see odd looking grease-like marks streaked all over this shirt he has on and he reeks of massive amounts of Speed Stick deodorant that smells like a whore house in Las Vegas. The genius pulled a shirt out of the piss laden laundry bin and rubbed his deodorant stick all over it to cover up the smell. Oy-vey. Long story short, he was in the QR for a time out for lying to me, stealing some one else’s clothes from the laundry bin, and well being a general disruption to the whole unit with his whining and crying when I called him on it. I’m so evil.
Sadly, that was probably the best part of my whole day. After lunch, another child acts up and gets a time out in class. He wound up having to be escorted to a QR. I wrote up the tracking sheet and tried to run it out to the person who was watching the child’s QR. I was promptly given the brush off from this person, who typically has a “do the minimum” attitude unless a supervisor type is around and he’s trying to look good. “I don’t want it. It’s not mine. I’m going on break. You deal with it.” So now, here’s my situation, irritable from PMS and being sick, feeling nauseated because lunch sucked, the teacher is alone in the classroom with 11 children which is a HUGE NO-NO. I explain this briefly and still get the brush off. Now I’m cranky and frantically trying to find someone who will take the sheet so I can get back into the classroom where I REALLY need to be.
Historically, that particular teacher’s class has a tendency to follow the first child right out the door into a consequence. Why? Just because they can and they know staff is occupied, so that’s the best time to have a fit and get some attention. Did I mention frantic, cranky, and nauseated? Former supervisor is now standing on the other end of the hallway smirking for god knows what reason, other than not helping the situation and just says, “What?” This is in his usual cocky attitude, the one that basically rubs most people the wrong way. So, my response, a poor response I admit completely, was to fling the tracking sheet into the air and walk back into the classroom where I REALLY needed to be focusing the most. Former supervisor a few moments later pokes his head through the door and just says, “I didn’t appreciate that.” Yeah, well, I didn’t appreciate your lack of help either.
Oftentimes, I think to myself, if you’re not a part of the solution to the situation at hand, I don’t have much use for you at work. I keep that to myself most days, unless I’m sick, over tired, stressed, and hormonal. When someone says to you, “I need to get these kids split up into separate groups to do this and this.” Your answer should not be, “Good luck with that.” Did you come here to work or did you just come here to sit around and bullshit your way around the boss to kiss ass and look good? That would be Mr. Do The Minimum’s way of needling people. ARRG!
I know I haven’t blogged in a while. Perhaps I let it build up some steam before letting the lid off this bad boy. More than likely, I will probably be written up for flinging a paper into the hallway. I tried to talk to the old supervisor; he blew me off twice after the fact. The usual attitude from him, you’re useless, and I’m better than you. I talked to the building supervisor, because my two immediate supervisors were in training for a bunch of new people. Ugh. The building sup basically told me that he was upset with how I reacted to him. Go figure. There’s a reason I stopped hanging out with co-workers after work. You find out stuff you really don’t want to know about them and they say shit to other people that you never did or said. At least, with the former supervisor, I got to see him without the corn cob up his ass outside of work. He’s still a jerk at work.
We’ll see what happens. Hopefully nothing happens and I can keep the build up of over time I’ve had since last week. It would suck to lose that. Whatever happens happens I guess. Grrrrrrr
Tammolly~ Ready to crawl into a cave.
...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…
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Are We There Yet?! HAPPY NEW YEAR! =)~
So I’ve survived the New Year so far. Only had one phone call around one in the morning when I had to be up for work by "oh my fucking lord the sun isn't even up yet o-dark-thirty for work, which is 5:15 a.m. I’ve even survived work with no school for two weeks with the kiddies too. They’re making me nucking futs this week though. The first week, they seem capable of having a week or two off and getting along just fine on the unit. This week has led me to believe that if I left the unit unattended for any length of time with no one else looking after the deviant little bastards…. There would be a complete reenactment of novel Lord of the Flies…. Perhaps it would be kinda like Planet of the Apes and they would all monkey stomp each other into the ground and have a final battle royale in Thunder Dome. Picture some insane combination of catastrophe’s and throw in monster ADHD and you’d probably come up with these particular scenarios on steroids or something.
Alas, today I was talking to a SCA friend of mine (I’ll just call him Uncle G). Pretty cool guy, ER doctor by profession does an assload of WMA (Western Martial Arts for you non-SCAdian types) and he’s a generally well rounded individual like most of the SCAdians I associate myself with. There are only a few weirdos that I can point to and usually can’t avoid because they’re either part of a group that I play with or they just seek me out. See Weird Shit O’Meter post HERE from a while back. Anyhoo, I have many groups that I associate with and that’s what makes the SCA so much darn fun. FRIENDS EVERYWHERE I GO!!! WOO HOO!
I found myself in a bit of a quandary because there’s this yahoo group list that I made for a friend of ours that moved away to the East Coast for a while. Once in a while he’d make it back into town and we’d all reminisce about stuff, I’ll call this one Uncle A, and no, the A does not stand for asshole! Uncle A likes to tell stories about events we’ve all been to or haven’t been able to attend. This person is an excellent story teller and has his special way of telling said stories with a knack that’s entertaining in person. Unlce A is even a talented written story teller of SCAdian tales. As my schnookums has duly noted, this person generally tailors his opinions according to audience and does not have diarrhea of the mouth, usually.
So here I am with two different SCAdians that I respect and care about as people that share a common interest with me. I let Uncle G onto the list so he could read up on some posts made on an event they both attended that I did not have an opportunity to attend. There was some cajoling to be had by me; I don’t get to pick on Uncle G often. Had I read ALL the posts that Uncle A had made in sequence rather than out of sequence, I would not have pointed out the group to Uncle G because of some not so nice reviews of a class that was taught. ARRRRRRG! I basically got pants alongside a pal of mine and there wasn’t even any foreplay! Mweh….
It just goes to show yah, yah never can tell. If you’re going to have an opinion of someone, be prepared to get called out about it. It still sucks though. I can site my own examples of stuff I have posted upon this blog and can very well get fired. I could have been fired from Purdue had office mates found the blog while I was employed there. It was and is a consequence that I accept.
Aside from that, everything else is peachy! Adam bought me a historically based medieval vow ring and specified that it was in no way an engagement ring, yet he bought himself a matching ring too. It’s so darn cute! CUTE! CUTE! CUTE! Am I gushing enough? Hee-hee.
Tammolly~ Trying to catch y'all up.
...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…
Alas, today I was talking to a SCA friend of mine (I’ll just call him Uncle G). Pretty cool guy, ER doctor by profession does an assload of WMA (Western Martial Arts for you non-SCAdian types) and he’s a generally well rounded individual like most of the SCAdians I associate myself with. There are only a few weirdos that I can point to and usually can’t avoid because they’re either part of a group that I play with or they just seek me out. See Weird Shit O’Meter post HERE from a while back. Anyhoo, I have many groups that I associate with and that’s what makes the SCA so much darn fun. FRIENDS EVERYWHERE I GO!!! WOO HOO!
I found myself in a bit of a quandary because there’s this yahoo group list that I made for a friend of ours that moved away to the East Coast for a while. Once in a while he’d make it back into town and we’d all reminisce about stuff, I’ll call this one Uncle A, and no, the A does not stand for asshole! Uncle A likes to tell stories about events we’ve all been to or haven’t been able to attend. This person is an excellent story teller and has his special way of telling said stories with a knack that’s entertaining in person. Unlce A is even a talented written story teller of SCAdian tales. As my schnookums has duly noted, this person generally tailors his opinions according to audience and does not have diarrhea of the mouth, usually.
So here I am with two different SCAdians that I respect and care about as people that share a common interest with me. I let Uncle G onto the list so he could read up on some posts made on an event they both attended that I did not have an opportunity to attend. There was some cajoling to be had by me; I don’t get to pick on Uncle G often. Had I read ALL the posts that Uncle A had made in sequence rather than out of sequence, I would not have pointed out the group to Uncle G because of some not so nice reviews of a class that was taught. ARRRRRRG! I basically got pants alongside a pal of mine and there wasn’t even any foreplay! Mweh….
It just goes to show yah, yah never can tell. If you’re going to have an opinion of someone, be prepared to get called out about it. It still sucks though. I can site my own examples of stuff I have posted upon this blog and can very well get fired. I could have been fired from Purdue had office mates found the blog while I was employed there. It was and is a consequence that I accept.
Aside from that, everything else is peachy! Adam bought me a historically based medieval vow ring and specified that it was in no way an engagement ring, yet he bought himself a matching ring too. It’s so darn cute! CUTE! CUTE! CUTE! Am I gushing enough? Hee-hee.
Tammolly~ Trying to catch y'all up.
...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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