Now that I have your attention, it’s time to make a post, one of those few and far between ones that come along because I’ve been facebooking and behaving due to co-workers being on there. I can’t say shit like staff suck because their attitudes and egos are so big, they think they can’t do anything wrong in the classroom when all they do is fuck around and leave the teacher and me hanging with their grab-assing bullshit! ARRRRG! Yeah, that would be unprofessional of me to post something like that on facebook with co-workers reading it too. SO I’m glad I have this blog where I can be vulgar and say piss off motherfuckers, because they're NOT on it. The boss has this professionalism ideal that goes beyond the time clock. We as education staff should be professional inside and outside of work at all time. AT ALL TIMES?! WTF?! If I wan’na go down to the local Irish pub and get shitfaced smashed off my ass commode huggin’ drunk, I will! You DO NOT get to dictate what goes on in my personal life. Granted, I know that parents are out there and can be anywhere at any given time, but if they don't like me, they can piss off too.
Brace yourself; I’ve got a few months to catch up on. Adam and I are doing great as far as I can tell. MY 35th birthday consisted of showing up at a fighter practice on Purdue Campus at Slater Hill and it wound up being TORNADO conditions. SO we all skipped the hill and ran off to the armory where discovered ROTC recruits in a feeding frenzy with the veteran ROTC pukes. Hmmm, so we fled post-haste to the Irish Pub down in the valley and waited out the storm with shots of free whiskey from the owner cuz it was my birthday! August 19th for y’all not keeping up here.
Prior to the birthday, we went to Pennsic. It was a good year for weather. Not much rain and it was a reasonable warm. A few weeks before Pennsic, I got rear ended on the job and couldn’t fence for friggen-ever due to workman’s comp bullshit. So no fencing for me at Pennsic, but lots of napping and working for Wade, the super cool linen vendor. I got lots of linen, like I think it was something close to 40-50 pounds of linen to bring home and wash and make stuff out of it. WOO HOO! I even took frequent naps and lazed around reading and relaxing like a real vacation. I doubt I will ever do officer stuff at the kingdom level for Pennic, because then it would no longer be a vacation and more like work. So what’s the point of taking two weeks off with the possibility of shit weather to work on my vacation? No thanks.
Moving on through the time line! Back to the present… The Friday before Thanksgiving, they announce imminent lay offs starting the following Friday. HELLO! That’s the day after Thanksgiving you fucktards! Apparently that didn’t happen but my whole fucking weekend was trashed. Am I gonna get canned? Will I have enough on unemployment to pay bills? (Yes, because I got the car refinanced and will be paying off two bills with a don’t sue me check from the insurance company after getting rear ended in July) Should I declare bankruptcy?! Throw me a friggen bone here people! So I made it through the first round of terminations. Starting in January the second wave of culling the herd begins. JOOOOOY. It likely means I’ll no longer be in the education department. This means oh fucking JOOOOY, I’ll have to work the units again and lose my weekends off. Grrrrr. I just don’t want that again, but it beats the piss out of unemployment I guess. Arrrg.
So after the initiation of this cut back crap, I renewed my resume input for the state job bank and got an interview with regional DCS offices. I’m not sure how that will go, but it will be easier to find a new ob if I have a job. SO I’m watching my P’s and Q’s at work and not blathering on facebook, because everyone and monkey’s uncle is on there. Blah. I like it, but as I said, no freedom to snark about work sucking monkey balls.
Tammolly ~Grumbling with a head cold.
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
KISS ME I’M SHITFACED!
Well, not really. I mean St Paddy’s isn’t until tomorrow per se. Although I do have a bunch of co-workers going out to the authentic local Irish pub for a few drinks. Hmm… I think after my internal tirade this morning, I’m not too interested in going out when all I have is $10 for the next two weeks. whOOps! Someone forgot to include me on plans ahead of time yet again. More than likely, it’s not worth the potential problems it could cause anyway.
Anyhoo, down to the nitty-gritty. I haven’t posted in a while. Well, a LONG while. It took today to set me into a mad hamster wheel frenzy of pissed off energy. Nevermind the PMS this week, I’m just irritated to no friggen end! The job I do these days in the school is no different than being a YC on the units. Hell, I even get shit on by some of the UCs just as much now as before I became a part of the education team. I mean I get into as many or more restraints in my classroom as the rotating staff. I do the same amount of paperwork if not more than said staff that rotates through. I don’t get to rotate.
I even have additional responsibilities like tidying up the room before and after school. Grade papers! Keep my officemate sane! Believe you me, it’s no easy task. I am always working with the same teacher in the same classroom every school day of the week. I like working with the teacher in that classroom. If there were anyone else running that classroom, I doubt I would like it very much at all. Plain and simple.
Once upon an interview, I asked about wearing shorts. I was told we could wear shorts. There was no given day of the week expectation or a required length on said shorts. Shorts that are reasonable and somewhat professional looking are ok. So no Dropkick Murphy Goth shorts with tears and multiple tacky looking chains hanging out of various pockets, I get that. I established this much last September! Can I can a sarcastic woo-hoo here?
This morning, it’s predicting a high of 65 today. In my world, that equates to the building being about 80-90 degrees and sticky humid in the building all flippin’ day long. Ugh. Nasty! So I take preemptive steps like wearing a t-shirt, pulling my hair up, and Dun-DUn-DUN! Wait for it… Wearing Hawaiian print plaid cargo shorts that hang almost below the knees, because I’m not going to attempt to wear Daisy Duke shorts. Duh, those wouldn’t be very professional would they?!
The boss lady, having noted the shorts calls me into the doorway after a co-worker walked away and proceeded to discuss the lack of professional appearance because I had shorts on and SHE COULD SEE MY TATTOOS! OH NOS! TATTOOS aren’t professional and I should only wear capris if they cover up the tat on my shin. BUT WAIT FOR IT! I have two tats on my ankle too. So I shouldn’t even wear capris because some uptight schmuck might not want to give us one of their precious little angels due to a bad impression like hiring tattooed riffraff off the streets. WTFH?!
The tattoo comment quickly degraded into education team dress code policies before the end of the day. Shorts, capris, and jeans should only be worn on Fridays and other specified times; otherwise it’s business casual khakis, cargos, and company polo or t-shirts. In my case, only jeans, because I have tattoos and those are evil things our children shouldn’t be exposed to because I might scar the little bastards more than their biological families! Christ on a cracker, it’s that ridiculous.
Tammolly~
Debating on the ultimate self-employment gig and pajamas!!!!!!!!!!
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
Anyhoo, down to the nitty-gritty. I haven’t posted in a while. Well, a LONG while. It took today to set me into a mad hamster wheel frenzy of pissed off energy. Nevermind the PMS this week, I’m just irritated to no friggen end! The job I do these days in the school is no different than being a YC on the units. Hell, I even get shit on by some of the UCs just as much now as before I became a part of the education team. I mean I get into as many or more restraints in my classroom as the rotating staff. I do the same amount of paperwork if not more than said staff that rotates through. I don’t get to rotate.
I even have additional responsibilities like tidying up the room before and after school. Grade papers! Keep my officemate sane! Believe you me, it’s no easy task. I am always working with the same teacher in the same classroom every school day of the week. I like working with the teacher in that classroom. If there were anyone else running that classroom, I doubt I would like it very much at all. Plain and simple.
Once upon an interview, I asked about wearing shorts. I was told we could wear shorts. There was no given day of the week expectation or a required length on said shorts. Shorts that are reasonable and somewhat professional looking are ok. So no Dropkick Murphy Goth shorts with tears and multiple tacky looking chains hanging out of various pockets, I get that. I established this much last September! Can I can a sarcastic woo-hoo here?
This morning, it’s predicting a high of 65 today. In my world, that equates to the building being about 80-90 degrees and sticky humid in the building all flippin’ day long. Ugh. Nasty! So I take preemptive steps like wearing a t-shirt, pulling my hair up, and Dun-DUn-DUN! Wait for it… Wearing Hawaiian print plaid cargo shorts that hang almost below the knees, because I’m not going to attempt to wear Daisy Duke shorts. Duh, those wouldn’t be very professional would they?!
The boss lady, having noted the shorts calls me into the doorway after a co-worker walked away and proceeded to discuss the lack of professional appearance because I had shorts on and SHE COULD SEE MY TATTOOS! OH NOS! TATTOOS aren’t professional and I should only wear capris if they cover up the tat on my shin. BUT WAIT FOR IT! I have two tats on my ankle too. So I shouldn’t even wear capris because some uptight schmuck might not want to give us one of their precious little angels due to a bad impression like hiring tattooed riffraff off the streets. WTFH?!
The tattoo comment quickly degraded into education team dress code policies before the end of the day. Shorts, capris, and jeans should only be worn on Fridays and other specified times; otherwise it’s business casual khakis, cargos, and company polo or t-shirts. In my case, only jeans, because I have tattoos and those are evil things our children shouldn’t be exposed to because I might scar the little bastards more than their biological families! Christ on a cracker, it’s that ridiculous.
Tammolly~
Debating on the ultimate self-employment gig and pajamas!!!!!!!!!!
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
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