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Oct 26, 2010 21:37

At the end of August, the director at work moved over to be the head-teacher at the Academy, which is tied to the daycare. Our K4 teacher moved up to be the director. Now, I love D. Really. She's sweet. She's just-- high-strung. lol
But she's been driving myself and the K1 teacher up. A. Wall.

Now, a month ago I put in to get off early the Friday that we're leaving to go camping. It wouldn't be too big a deal except that camping is at least 2.5 hours away. Yikes. So leaving at 2:30 or 3-at-the-latest was requested. I was talking with my mom about it this weekend (she was concerned about me driving I75 at rushhour on a Friday), and I mentioned that often I can get off EARLIER than I put in for thanks to creative scheduling.

Well, I forgot that creative scheduling was the OLD director's forte. D. told me today that there was no way I could get out early. I begged. Nuttin'. I DID switch out schedules with K1's teacher so I can leave at 4 or 4:30, but... Do the math.

I got home and told my mom and she said that we can come up with a family emergency. I said that I could go for half the day, then maybe she could give me a call, "OMG, you meed to come home NOW!"
She was more direct. Call in sick. My mom don't mess around. THey screwed with me, she advocates screwing with them.
I'm thinking of slipping Luke's school's director a $10 and asking that he "wake up with a fever" at about 2.

camping, work

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