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…

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…