May 13, 2008 17:54
I'm very close to going postal on my coworkers.
Dear New Staff Member:
I know you've barely been with us for a day. HOWEVER. When Miss Lindsay is screaming herself hoarse that every time she turns around the kids are playing in the puddles by the concrete storm drain that is a safety hazard, I THINK MAYBE instead of walking around with just one kid, MAYBE the answer is to ENFORCE WHAT THE CRACK SHE SAYS.
It MIGHT POSSIBLY HELP.
Dear Parents:
YES, my aide is a man. YES, I am aware of that. YES, this means that your kids are going to be intimidated by him. YES, he's a nice man. YES, he's a staff-member's kid.
NO I AM NOT LETTING HIM WATCH YOUR LITTLE GIRLS TAKE POTTY BREAKS BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT A MEGAN'S LAW INFRACTION ON MY HEAD KTHNXBAI.
Dear Director:
I AM THIS CLOSE TO FUCKING QUITTING. THIS FUCKING CLOSE. YOU DO NOT PAY ME ENOUGH FOR THIS SHIT. STOP. FUCKING. WITH ME.
VERY LITTLE LOVE.
L
martyred,
work,
fuck you all