RAAAAWWWRRRRR
I am so completely annoyed right now, a fact which is compounded by the fact that I have a cut on my right index finger so it stings everytime I type with it.
I have all kinds of job musings to post about but right now I am so fucking annoyed with work that I can't talk about cute kids and their funny antics. It's a completely lipservice business, with catty catty women (save my coteacher) working there. I work with 12-24 month olds, except for the last hour of the day, when I go over to the infant room and have to "close" it, which means clean it. With at least four kids in tow, one of whom is a 7 month old who is used to having a nanny who apparently never put him down, so now he wails if anyone puts him down. And not quiet, either. Nails on a black board screaming. So, I have him on my hip for half an hour til his babysitter comes to pick him up. Well, most days. But today, his dad came at 6:00. Have I done any of the cleaning I need to do? No. (So I get out of work half an hour that I don't get paid for late.)The kid's been screaming for an hour, no matter what I do, so his little body is all sweaty and hot, and I have three other kids to keep an eye on. So I haven't had a chance to change his onesie. So, his dad finally shows up and takes him, and he continues to wail. And dad gives me all kinds of shit about him being soaked. And there is another baby in that room, whose mom has three other kids and lots of complicated stuff at home and today he comes in with two huge goose eggs on his head. He always comes in dirty, and it just pisses me off. I get that mom has a lot on her plate, but it's not OK for your baby to have two gigantic welts on his head. Even if he did fall. Not OK. AND parents always come to pick up the babies and ask if they had a good day, and I don't know. All I know is the kid's been screaming for an hour. He could've had a great day and just hates me. And I hate that. It makes me sound like I'm not paying attention, or that I take the care of their kids lightly and that's not it. I just don't see their kids til the last hour of the damn day. RAWR. This is after another dad picked up his kid who's in my class, and every fucking day he grills me and my coteacher about how long his kid naps. Because then apparently he won't go to sleep at 7:30. What he doesn't understand is that rules and regulations provided by the state say that we can't wake him up. We can like, try once, but we can't pick him up and move him, or anything, and if he goes back to sleep we have to let him sleep until he wakes up. A fact to which this father has been apprised numerous times, but every day he shows up and gives us shit about his kid's two hour nap. He'll say something like "Two hour nap?" with his eyebrow raised and just stare at us, like he's waiting for us to appologize. THE worst thing about this job is the psycho parents.
I interviewed for another position today that I would love. Love. And I rocked the interview. But, it wouldn't be anywhere near enough to live on. So now I'm trying to figure out if I can swing working part time at the day care and do this other job part time. I don't know if they'd even let me do that, and I haven't been offered this other job yet, but I really would want to take it. I could handle the mindnumbingness of the day care if I felt like I was at least part of the time getting to do something that I felt like used my skills and was challenging me. I hate that the things I'm passionate about aren't valued enough to be paid for the skill and time and passion required to do them well. Basically if you want to do something you love/that matters, you have to live in poverty your whole life. And that sucks. I don't want to spend my life doing shit things to pay the rent and having to squeeze in the things that make me feel alive.
And there's life stuff that's getting annoying. I can't get this property manager to call me back so I can get my moving all figured out, I don't want to pack, I hate moving. I want to just be moved. I don't want to put the time into figuring out how to be friend with my ex I just want to be friends again, so there isn't this twist of pain every time I see her or think about her. My supervisor at MESA is leaving and that bums me out.
Then, after I got off (half an unpaid hour late) I went to Pearl to try and mellow out, and that was a mistake. It was packed with screaming children and teenagers and old people and there was no parking and the starbucks was gross and I'm hungry but I don't think anything sounds good, and I'm just really not a happy camper. So now I'm at my favorite non-Starbucks Boulder coffee shop drinking coffee trying to mellow. The Big Lebowski is showing at the Boulder Outdoor Theatre tonight and I'm meeting some folks, and I don't want to go and be a total bitch. But I'm inside, with my computer plugged in and there's a stupid musician playing and I'm just not interested.
I'm 24 on Sunday. Fuck you, 23.
I have all kinds of job musings to post about but right now I am so fucking annoyed with work that I can't talk about cute kids and their funny antics. It's a completely lipservice business, with catty catty women (save my coteacher) working there. I work with 12-24 month olds, except for the last hour of the day, when I go over to the infant room and have to "close" it, which means clean it. With at least four kids in tow, one of whom is a 7 month old who is used to having a nanny who apparently never put him down, so now he wails if anyone puts him down. And not quiet, either. Nails on a black board screaming. So, I have him on my hip for half an hour til his babysitter comes to pick him up. Well, most days. But today, his dad came at 6:00. Have I done any of the cleaning I need to do? No. (So I get out of work half an hour that I don't get paid for late.)The kid's been screaming for an hour, no matter what I do, so his little body is all sweaty and hot, and I have three other kids to keep an eye on. So I haven't had a chance to change his onesie. So, his dad finally shows up and takes him, and he continues to wail. And dad gives me all kinds of shit about him being soaked. And there is another baby in that room, whose mom has three other kids and lots of complicated stuff at home and today he comes in with two huge goose eggs on his head. He always comes in dirty, and it just pisses me off. I get that mom has a lot on her plate, but it's not OK for your baby to have two gigantic welts on his head. Even if he did fall. Not OK. AND parents always come to pick up the babies and ask if they had a good day, and I don't know. All I know is the kid's been screaming for an hour. He could've had a great day and just hates me. And I hate that. It makes me sound like I'm not paying attention, or that I take the care of their kids lightly and that's not it. I just don't see their kids til the last hour of the damn day. RAWR. This is after another dad picked up his kid who's in my class, and every fucking day he grills me and my coteacher about how long his kid naps. Because then apparently he won't go to sleep at 7:30. What he doesn't understand is that rules and regulations provided by the state say that we can't wake him up. We can like, try once, but we can't pick him up and move him, or anything, and if he goes back to sleep we have to let him sleep until he wakes up. A fact to which this father has been apprised numerous times, but every day he shows up and gives us shit about his kid's two hour nap. He'll say something like "Two hour nap?" with his eyebrow raised and just stare at us, like he's waiting for us to appologize. THE worst thing about this job is the psycho parents.
I interviewed for another position today that I would love. Love. And I rocked the interview. But, it wouldn't be anywhere near enough to live on. So now I'm trying to figure out if I can swing working part time at the day care and do this other job part time. I don't know if they'd even let me do that, and I haven't been offered this other job yet, but I really would want to take it. I could handle the mindnumbingness of the day care if I felt like I was at least part of the time getting to do something that I felt like used my skills and was challenging me. I hate that the things I'm passionate about aren't valued enough to be paid for the skill and time and passion required to do them well. Basically if you want to do something you love/that matters, you have to live in poverty your whole life. And that sucks. I don't want to spend my life doing shit things to pay the rent and having to squeeze in the things that make me feel alive.
And there's life stuff that's getting annoying. I can't get this property manager to call me back so I can get my moving all figured out, I don't want to pack, I hate moving. I want to just be moved. I don't want to put the time into figuring out how to be friend with my ex I just want to be friends again, so there isn't this twist of pain every time I see her or think about her. My supervisor at MESA is leaving and that bums me out.
Then, after I got off (half an unpaid hour late) I went to Pearl to try and mellow out, and that was a mistake. It was packed with screaming children and teenagers and old people and there was no parking and the starbucks was gross and I'm hungry but I don't think anything sounds good, and I'm just really not a happy camper. So now I'm at my favorite non-Starbucks Boulder coffee shop drinking coffee trying to mellow. The Big Lebowski is showing at the Boulder Outdoor Theatre tonight and I'm meeting some folks, and I don't want to go and be a total bitch. But I'm inside, with my computer plugged in and there's a stupid musician playing and I'm just not interested.
I'm 24 on Sunday. Fuck you, 23.