That's all the kids are talking about. They have started their own countdown. The girl even has her separate countdown going on to Xmas eve. I finished decorating! I have a lot of boxes laying around, all empty and need to go back downstairs.
Yesterday afternoon the kids and I went to Kmart and got our 6 foot tree and it is prelit with multicolor lights. A steal at 69.99$. It took an hour to get all the branches pulled down and spread out to make it look like a tree. With him being in jail, I didn't want to fuss with a real tree. Have you ever tried to screw the tree into the stand alone? It's frustrating and I am an impatient bitch to say the least. I like things to go smoothly and a live tree in a stand is not smooth. I added 2 more strings of lights to the tree because I like it to twinkle. The kids helped decorate, applying their favorite ornaments. The tree took longer than I thought it would take, which off set dinner. That is not something I can do and multi task, so we ate dinner at the Getaway diner. The diner's real name is the Gateway, but the girl changed its name. I prefer the new name.
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I got a call from 11007573 yesterday morning. I didn't answer the phone, but he left a voice mail laden with I love you's and I miss you's. I got 10 more days of county provided peace before 11007573 is hanging off my ass like a hemmorhoid again. Hopefully Mount Marge will distract him from me and my house. Considering Mount Marge changed his Facebook hometown from my home to hers, then I'd say she's down for the long haul, jail time and all. Hats off to her. Typical of 11007573. I wonder if he also called her and I wonder if he sent her the letter that said how much he misses home and family and asked her for stamped envelopes?
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This week has flown by. The kids having half days for most of it has helped with that. It's conference week at school and I had 2 of them. One for the girl that only took 5 minutes and was a waste of time because she's right where she's supposed to be for her age, grade. Considering where she came from, knowing absolutely nothing and retaining absolutely nothing, I am grateful for that.
The boy, on the other hand, had good grades too, but Mrs W complained about a lack of scholastic enthusiasm and lack of effort. He's also sloppy and disorganized. I have heard about sloppy and disorganized since Mrs B. in kindergarden. He's bored, hates school and wakes up every morning wishing it were summer. Hey, sounds like me. So I need to monitor more and he needs to put some work in. I tried explaining that if he put some effort into what he wasn't doing he'd have straight A's instead of B's. Eh, 6 more years of this shit. I'm gonna go nuts.
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We had a 4 hour inservice at work on Wednesday morning (8a-12p). Possibly the most dreaded, bull shit day of the year at work. I got 4 hours extra pay and it was all us weekenders who procrastinate to the very last minute. Like the bad kids in class, the misfits, we had no enthusiasm. All night shift workers and all weekenders who are just so thrilled to be anywhere at the wee hours of the morning. Then there were the new hires who were forced to sit in the room with us on their very first day of orientation. We watched videos where we made fun of the skits, made smart ass remarks. During the dvd I encouraged a new hire (that I have known for years, but is new to our particular facility) to push fast forward on the dvd player. And she did. Bless her soul. Not that it mattered. Obviously we needed supervision, but we also weren't thrilled with sitting through a new hire orientation that should be a hands on and in the field orientation. And really, do we need to have all 15 of us wash our fucking hands and have that hypocrite of an 'educator' watch us? Jesus Christ. Oh snap, I think I see where the boy gets his attitude about school. Do you know how long it takes to watch 15 people wash hands? A half hour to 45 minutes. That is wasted time. I have been washing my hands for 17 years! Really, do we all need to go around the table and introduce ourselves to management? Sheesh, they have the unfortunate privelege of already knowing me and my big mouth. Usually it has a foot inserted in it. The icing on the cake was when the educator called my co-worker and one of my besties a spaz in front of everyone in the room. "Our Spaz-iest nurse". Luckily spaz has a good attitude. I call her Ro-hobo for crying out loud, the homeless homeowner. I <3 her though. And she poked fun at me as well, indicating that my goof ball attitude is unbecoming of a supervisor.
"What do you do again, Jill? Tell them, please."
I work in the kitchen. You know that.
"Really, she's our weekend supervisor."No, I really work in the kitchen.
All very unprofessional shit. Per usual.
SOM
12/2/11
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