June 23, 2006 -- posted a few days ago on myspace

Jun 28, 2006 20:41

I WOKE UP CRYING

I had a bad dream. My father was a professor in a classroom I was taking, but he was still also my father, in the dream. At the end of the course, he told the class that he had made this list. Everyone on this list, he said, was someone he was very proud of. And as he named off name after name, I sat in anticipation to hear my name, but it never came. When he was done, my name still was not called out and I said, "You forgot my name."

He said, "You're not on this list."

SO, SHE'S GONE.

The bitch that neglected my son in the infant room is gone. YAY! Nicole had cut her hours from working at least thirty hours a week to a little over fifteen hours, like for a total of the week. So, she didn't like it. She found another job because they "give me moah ow-uhs ahn I mek moah muhnee that way" and so she quit. Which is fine by me. If she had shown up half of the time she was scheduled, she would have had more hours and made more money. But she didn't.

Bye, bitch.

So, the team is good, now. But as Nicole puts it: I love our team, but there's still one piece of shit in it.

One down; one to go.

You would hate any bitch who physically neglects your child, as well.
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