Please Call Me Before....

Yo...

I think the heavens are trying to tell me something.

I hear..quit your job. I hear quit wasting gas. I hear that if I quit my job, that I can find another one very quickly. I hear..go cocktail. I hear more money, and more time to study and be a mother.

K.. A quick run down of my job. Everything was manageable despite the fact that I have no resources to keep the kids entertained. I mean the crayons are broken up and so raggedy. We don't even have freakin' hot water!! What a code violation. It's gross in there. You can find plenty of ants everywhere. They wanted baby girl to go there. I passed not only because that school is breaking every code violation in the book, but they don't learn anything there.

So the "manager" over me who hates to be there, decides that she's going to take a week off. Cool. It was Ms. Mo and Ms. T , and of course me. We had things on lock. Where things go wrong is when Ms. T who is 17 turns, on the radio and it was Young Jeezy. I guess some kid told their parents. She was deep in it. Somehow she talked her way out of it on the phone with our director.Then it was my turn. It was yesterday. I had no idea what to expect. She said something to me about the music, but she said she didn't hear my name in it. I was like wheew! Then she said,"Okay one of the parents came to me and you're going to know exactly who I'm talking about when I tell you what was said. Mikey *who is the little boy who is sooo cute, who is basically I don't know how to define it. The "normal" world would call him disabled. Autistic they say. I don't see it. He doesn't flap his hands or head from side to side. He can sit down and look at a book. He can climb all over the play ground and not fall. He plays with one toy at a time. And if something happens, Mikey is headed straight towards me with his head. He gets mad a lot, because he can communicate very well.* I just figured I would give new readers a lil back ground info.

"The parent said that you told Mikey that he was so intelligent in a sarcastic tone."

What she is talking about is one afternoon about 5:00 I was greeting this parent, who obviously doesn't know Mikey. She over hears me saying "OMG Mikey you are so smart." I said this because Mikey who is supposed to be Autistic runs from across the play ground to say, "A baby." Which the parent who told on me was holding. It was the sweetest thing in the whole world. I actually meant he is so smart.

Stupid bitch. Loyal readers you know I was gonna say it..lol.

I defended myself on the phone, basically telling her how I meant what I said. I told her that Mikey surprises me every day, and that I'm amazed by how much he actually interacts with his world if he's supposedly Autistic.

She told me she was questioning whether she made the right decision to leave me in charge of the pre primary after school program. I was like here it comes..Dun Dun Dun...Like Donald Trump.. "You're fired."
She told me she was taking my word for it, and she thinks I have a lot to offer. Blah Blah Blah..Wheew!

Then yesterday the manager lady who DOESN'T want to be there has the biggest attitude. To make a long story short, she asked me if the schedule was the same. I said yes. She goes into the room with the toddlers, and me and Ms. T were doing our thing. We had our broke down crayons, and some coloring sheets. The kids get pretty bored easily. The girls can sit down for a long period of time, but it's always those boys who run up to me every single time they draw a line or something. They hit each other, they try to poke each other with pencils. They are terrible. So, I decide a half an hour before snack time that I was going to take them outside. The manger lady who DOESN'T want to be there yells at me, "I thought the schedule was the same..yada yada.. " I don't think I caught an attitude. I just listened to what she had to say. "Okay" was all I had to say. I walked away. Pissed off. I had already had a bad day at school. No need to tell it. This crap here was way to much to deal with. Then Ms. T, and the manager lady get into it about sweeping the floor and what not. Then Ms. T calls the "director." Keep in mind that I talked to the director after Ms. T. Then after Ms. T leaves the manager lady came into the classroom, that smells like mildew quite forcefully. I turn around like WTF? A couple of parents saw the door to the hot ass classroom that has no air, and decided to enter and leave through the door.

She says " I don't know if you're trying to be funny and tell me something, but I'm put here to greet parents and their leaving out that door."

Okay..Ms. Leo<<<<< I try to keep it calm and collective. I put up with A LOT before I explode. But it was hot in there and I said, "This is not about you. Ms. J said that I can have the door open. It's hot in here, and you don't have to be in here. I'll send the parents in there." I was pissed off already, but my pissed off @ this moment is like I wanna cry. I could under stand why she was snappin' off, because she DIDN'T want to be there. I was hot, miserable, and needed to be studying. I think I handled it well, but last night I got the epiphany that I talked about above.

I was expecting to be fired today, because the manager lady was going to exaggerate the situation. I said at school to one of my girls that I didn't care if they fired me. I just would hope they would call me before making me drive an hour away. lol. So today when I get there.. No Ms. T in sight. There was some other chick with a short hair cut. The lead teacher said that Ms. T would no longer be with us. I asked her if I was in trouble? I guess not, because she asked me to go clean the bathroom, and the kitchen. Good, I didn't want to be with the kids at that moment anyway.

Then to make another long story short..The new girl who is 18, who ran the ASP last year decides to hand me a "new schedule." I'm like WTF? I didn't say it, thought it though..So I said okay whatever. I knew the manager lady wasn't going to have it. Remember that I only went outside a half an hour early, but here the lil chick was changing the whole schedule. Sure enough the kids couldn't sit through another 45 minutes of reading time, when I had already read for an half an hour. We let her crash and burn. We did her plan. The kids couldn't sit still. Manager lady and I at the same time say, "4:00 it's snack time." She said all frustrated, "well I don't know what you want me to do." We did what we do. Snack time. Then play ground by 4:20 :). She was obviously pissed off. Then the "director" who she babysits for comes and she starts crying. I'm like now I gotta deal with this. The director asked me what happened, and I told her exactly what went down. We let her do her thing and it didn't work. So we did what she established in the beginning. We followed the schedule she set in place. Now she feels torn between the schedule that she created, and this chick who she knows really well. She said she had to sleep on it. I'm like whatever...

We'll see tomorrow. I don't care either way. I just hope they call before they fire me. hahaha!

I have to go study. No poem tonight. Maybe when I wake up EARLY I will be able to do a lil' sumthin..