the work rant
So a few weeks ago at work I had a conversation with the bitchtastic-one ( this women who feels it's her job to worry about everyone else's businesss, and yell at staff members in front of parents ) during which I wondered aloud why the boss was doing something silly. B1 immediately goes to the boss and tells Boss I've been bad-mouthing her, and apparently phrases it in such a way that Boss went from liking me to hating my guts and thinking I'm an effing moron in two seconds flat.
Thanks B1! Boss has since resigned, but even before that I made the conscious decision to simply not speak to B1 anymore. And because I grew up with brothers, I have childishly vengeful streak inside of me, and you could describe me as giving B1 the silent treatment and not be far off.
It's safer then saying 'hello' and getting yelled at for using the word 'hell'. Not that it's happened, but see above and childishly vengeful streaks.
B1 occasionally works as the receptionist, and therefore spends a lot of time with the receptionist, who has recently starting giving my sass and attitude whenever I ask her to do anything i.e. I'm in charge of scheduling in aftercare, but she glares at me whenever I ask her if anyone is out. If I don't ask, she doesn't tell me at all. Heck, she doesn't tell me anything -- I had a staff member call and ask Receptionist to tell me she was going to be 15 minutes late -- tell ME, because it's my job to make sure that there's coverage. Receptionist finally comes in to tell me thirty seconds before the late staff member comes in the door -- after 15 minutes of me panicking that Staff Member is not showing at all. This is a constant sort of thing, and so, in my infinite wisdom, I've just stopped talking to the receptionist as well.
Again -- I realize this is slightly petty, but it makes me feel better.
I'd like to stop talking to the morning staff in the classroom I work in, but I can't, because they don't tell me anything either ( and yell at me when I don't follow the directions they haven't given me =D ).
As staff members, we're supposed to do things like sweep the floors and wipe the tables after snacks/meals -- both because the room becomes disgusting when you don't, and because we have kids with allergies who will just pick things up off the floor. Every day I come in at 1:15 -- almost two hours after lunch has finished -- and they haven't swept, or wiped off the tables, or picked up toys, or replaced the empty box of gloves on the changing table, or done laundry, or really anything. And I'd be slightly more understanding if they were really busy when I walked in the room, but no -- all the children are asleep, and they're sitting around the table talking. And half the time I end up having to at least tidy the room enough that I don't alternate between sticking and crunching as I walk through the room, or go through the entire fridge and ask ' who does this half-eaten yogurt belong to? This new sippy cup? This chocolate milk? ' ( because they don't label anything -- I'm just supposed to psychically know, or maybe just ask the semi-non-verbal, not-known-for-truthfulness eighteen month old.
And then they complain that they found a wooden block mixed in with the plastic blocks.
Grr. Argh.
Meanwhile, I have to keep reminding the other two girls working with me in the afternoon that they're the grownups, not the kids. I.E. during art time you need to be supervising the kids, not sitting at another table chatting and coloring pictures ( I don't mind if you're sitting WITH the kids coloring pictures and supervising them, because that's modeling behaviors. But don't go off and do your own thing and leave me with 8 kids by myself )
Grr. Argh. I'm just... sick of working with idiots.
In other news, one of the other staff members today mentioned that I hadn't seemed 'happy' lately.