[Update/Note] Lala Out of Her Land...
Fear the Rabid Lala, for she has sharp claws, sharp fangs, and will kill yew. -.- You have been warned.
This is a General Announcement/ Warning/ Don't-Fuck-With-Me-Ok Sign:
Since no one knows what's going on with my life, there's not much they can do to weigh in on it, or offer advice. If you want to know, here's a little note for you. If you want to try to give "tough love" or tell me things you "feel I need to hear", please save it. No, really, save it. And I mean that. I don't want to chew anyone out, and right now, whatever you say will most likely be too much. I don't like being a bitch, particularly to people I consider friends. Spare yourselves. You don't know what this is like, and I don't expect you to. I just want you to know that there are lines you should not cross with me right now. Affection and support I need; advice, judgment and scolding I do not.
For those of you wondering what's going on with me, here's another little update! Yes I am still maxed out on stress and drama. I am also short on patience, overstocked on dramatic flares and emotional outbursts, and as prone to hissing or scratching as I am to crying. Please be careful, I'm still stuck at a family residence rather than my own home. Oh. My. God. I miss my room so much. T.T!!
The reason I'm still over with family is because due to family drama we came over here in the first place, and then there was an issue with staffing at the family business, so now I have a temporary post! (Yay, kinda? I mean, money, but, yeah. You know...) Yay for being the almighty OfficeGoddess, I guess is what I'm trying to say here. But whatever pays the bills, right? B&N is still lazing around on getting back to me, so I guess when I get back to "home" I'll apply at the pet store near the house and some other such places. But that is when I get back home.
Now onto the fun of being here:
It has yet to be a full three hours the child has been in school, and already the complaining cry of "GRANDMA" has rang out. Not once, not twice, but three times. Yes three times in probably 2 and a half hours. TWO HOURS!? ARE YOU KIDDING? I had to be running a fever and practically DEAD in order to go to the damn nurse's office! That wasn't even a guarantee I'd get to go home! And that was definitely more than two hours out of the company of family! This kid is seventeen and acting like this? What. The. Heck?
I mean, don't get me wrong... The first was subtle, and almost pleasant! A teacher informing us he was doing well, in spite of perhaps not feeling very well. Of course, it can't all be sunshine and roses for a phone call... She also passed on his request that his grandmother come fetch him because he wanted medicine or lunch, or perhaps both. That was tolerable enough, though he does have lunch money and she tried to make him medicate this morning... (This is like an "I told you so" only not.. More like "She told you so", really.)
The second call came from the boy himself, though whether he was using the school phone with permission or his cell phone without, I do not know. I suppose it matters not. Either way, he was once again wanting to be fetched so he could have medicine and lunch (apparently out, because school lunch just wasn't going to cut it?). He was finally told she would bring him both such things, but he needed to remain in school as there is also a meeting with the teachers later. (Which she has rescheduled WORK in order to handle, by the way!)
The third call just rang out, with his Grandmother already off to fetch him medicine and food and take him both such things. He's now gone from being complimented and remarked upon by staff to saying 'the heck with this' and demanding he be fetched and taken home. I'm not sure of the why beyond he said they wanted to take his cell phone, which makes me wonder if perhaps the second call (the first of his personal calls) came from his cell without permission. Either way, it's a mess, and all of this before 10:30 am.
***
Did anyone get away with this nonsense as a kid? I mean, really. I've been complimented and scolded on my talent for, well, "kissing ass" in order to get what I want. Or at least, as close to what I wanted as I could get. But this? I never did anything like this! I literally kissed up instead of doing stuff like "demanding" and making a scene!
I officially "skipped" (as in was perfectly healthy and capable of school but not wanting to go) ONE TIME IN MY ENTIRE SCHOOL CAREER! And you know what? I ASKED MY MOTHER FOR PERMISSION BEFORE I DID SO! That's damn right, I just went there. Yes, I asked her for permission to skip school with two of my BFFs at the time. To do what? To put on cloaks and go sit in the front row to watch "Harry Potter" on opening day. (Which one? "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire", for Senior Skip Day. My mother is so lucky, and trust me she knows it.)
I know, it's painful how nerdy I can be, isn't it?
BTW, I'm a Ravenclaw. Don't Hate Us Because We're Smarter that You! ^.~
Fighting!
~Lala
P.S.: Still hate mornings. They make me cranky.
P.P.S.: Love the cold, don't usually feel "cold". Feel cold. Fabric of the universe unwinding?
P.P.P.S.: Is also raining. This does not make me happy. Perhaps because I do not have a book to read?
P.P.P.P.S.: FUUUU I NEED A BOOK TO READ!KLJSD:LKAJS:LA!! [/spazz]
This is a General Announcement/ Warning/ Don't-Fuck-With-Me-Ok Sign:
Since no one knows what's going on with my life, there's not much they can do to weigh in on it, or offer advice. If you want to know, here's a little note for you. If you want to try to give "tough love" or tell me things you "feel I need to hear", please save it. No, really, save it. And I mean that. I don't want to chew anyone out, and right now, whatever you say will most likely be too much. I don't like being a bitch, particularly to people I consider friends. Spare yourselves. You don't know what this is like, and I don't expect you to. I just want you to know that there are lines you should not cross with me right now. Affection and support I need; advice, judgment and scolding I do not.
For those of you wondering what's going on with me, here's another little update! Yes I am still maxed out on stress and drama. I am also short on patience, overstocked on dramatic flares and emotional outbursts, and as prone to hissing or scratching as I am to crying. Please be careful, I'm still stuck at a family residence rather than my own home. Oh. My. God. I miss my room so much. T.T!!
The reason I'm still over with family is because due to family drama we came over here in the first place, and then there was an issue with staffing at the family business, so now I have a temporary post! (Yay, kinda? I mean, money, but, yeah. You know...) Yay for being the almighty OfficeGoddess, I guess is what I'm trying to say here. But whatever pays the bills, right? B&N is still lazing around on getting back to me, so I guess when I get back to "home" I'll apply at the pet store near the house and some other such places. But that is when I get back home.
Now onto the fun of being here:
It has yet to be a full three hours the child has been in school, and already the complaining cry of "GRANDMA" has rang out. Not once, not twice, but three times. Yes three times in probably 2 and a half hours. TWO HOURS!? ARE YOU KIDDING? I had to be running a fever and practically DEAD in order to go to the damn nurse's office! That wasn't even a guarantee I'd get to go home! And that was definitely more than two hours out of the company of family! This kid is seventeen and acting like this? What. The. Heck?
I mean, don't get me wrong... The first was subtle, and almost pleasant! A teacher informing us he was doing well, in spite of perhaps not feeling very well. Of course, it can't all be sunshine and roses for a phone call... She also passed on his request that his grandmother come fetch him because he wanted medicine or lunch, or perhaps both. That was tolerable enough, though he does have lunch money and she tried to make him medicate this morning... (This is like an "I told you so" only not.. More like "She told you so", really.)
The second call came from the boy himself, though whether he was using the school phone with permission or his cell phone without, I do not know. I suppose it matters not. Either way, he was once again wanting to be fetched so he could have medicine and lunch (apparently out, because school lunch just wasn't going to cut it?). He was finally told she would bring him both such things, but he needed to remain in school as there is also a meeting with the teachers later. (Which she has rescheduled WORK in order to handle, by the way!)
The third call just rang out, with his Grandmother already off to fetch him medicine and food and take him both such things. He's now gone from being complimented and remarked upon by staff to saying 'the heck with this' and demanding he be fetched and taken home. I'm not sure of the why beyond he said they wanted to take his cell phone, which makes me wonder if perhaps the second call (the first of his personal calls) came from his cell without permission. Either way, it's a mess, and all of this before 10:30 am.
***
Did anyone get away with this nonsense as a kid? I mean, really. I've been complimented and scolded on my talent for, well, "kissing ass" in order to get what I want. Or at least, as close to what I wanted as I could get. But this? I never did anything like this! I literally kissed up instead of doing stuff like "demanding" and making a scene!
I officially "skipped" (as in was perfectly healthy and capable of school but not wanting to go) ONE TIME IN MY ENTIRE SCHOOL CAREER! And you know what? I ASKED MY MOTHER FOR PERMISSION BEFORE I DID SO! That's damn right, I just went there. Yes, I asked her for permission to skip school with two of my BFFs at the time. To do what? To put on cloaks and go sit in the front row to watch "Harry Potter" on opening day. (Which one? "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire", for Senior Skip Day. My mother is so lucky, and trust me she knows it.)
I know, it's painful how nerdy I can be, isn't it?
BTW, I'm a Ravenclaw. Don't Hate Us Because We're Smarter that You! ^.~
Fighting!
~Lala
P.S.: Still hate mornings. They make me cranky.
P.P.S.: Love the cold, don't usually feel "cold". Feel cold. Fabric of the universe unwinding?
P.P.P.S.: Is also raining. This does not make me happy. Perhaps because I do not have a book to read?
P.P.P.P.S.: FUUUU I NEED A BOOK TO READ!KLJSD:LKAJS:LA!! [/spazz]