Just because I work with four year olds doesn't mean I get to act like one.
I can't believe myself. My boss told me she couldn't give me three days off this week to go to Montreal with my mom and sister yesterday, and I've been sulky ever since, even going so far as to get all teary whenever I'm reminded of it. At first I didn't know why, but now I think it's because...well, it's my last spring break at home, and next year I know I'm going to be off, doing different things, and family trips are going to be hard to come by. Plus, Montreal sounds so cool, and Mom has been really really excited and I just....want to go. Really badly.
Mom's upset (she even started crying last night) but there's nothing I can do about it. She scheduled it way too late, and I just knew Cheryl wasn't going to let me off. I mean, I can't really blame her, considering I missed work last week 'cause I was sick, and she's going to be understaffed as it is because Wendy, the assistant director, just had her baby...but in another way, I'm like, come on. I work basically two and a half hours, three hours tops. You can't find someone from another center to fill in for me? Hell, I'm not even cleared by the state yet, which means that I can't be left alone with the kids--so all I'm really there to do at the moment is play with them and help Kristen keep an eye on them. They could seriously just ask Becky to stay an extra half an hour instead of leaving at 5:15, couldn't they? I just feel like she didn't even bother to try to help me out here, and I know I'm new and I don't really deserve it, but....grrr. I'm just frustrated, I guess. Some spring break--all I've done is be deathly sick and work. Now I can't even go on vacation for a couple days.
Almost all of my friends are out of town, so it took me forever to find someone to stay with. My mom is really overprotective, she won't let me stay by myself (I mean, I'm seventeen, I have my liscence, I'm responsible--it's kinda annoying), so I'll be at my friend Jenna's house. I love Jenna to death, but I would rather be in Montreal. Or by myself. I know that after three days, I'm going to be going crazy, wanting space/alone time.
Ugh, whatever. I love work, don't get me wrong. I just want to spend time with my family (I know, that sounds lame).
Hmph, well, in happier news, writing=good so far, and I bought my senior ball dress online! It'll get here next week, so I'll still need to try it on, but I'm almost positive it'll fit/look good.
Wanna see a picture? Of course you do! :D
It shows up a little smaller than I like here, but whatever. I love it so much...I just hope it looks good on me!
And ooh, I watched Gone Baby Gone last night, which was super-good and really made me think. It was depressing, and scary at some parts, but in general I really enjoyed it. It raised a ton of moral questions; Mom and I were up late debating right and wrong.
--TWO HOURS LATER--
Ahaha, Ned just picked me up and took me to get ice cream. :D That brightened up my day considerably, lemme tell you. I got a "Swamp" sundae, which was basically hot fudge, peanut butter sauce, peanut butter cups and vanilla ice cream. MMMMMM. *dances*
Mom's upset (she even started crying last night) but there's nothing I can do about it. She scheduled it way too late, and I just knew Cheryl wasn't going to let me off. I mean, I can't really blame her, considering I missed work last week 'cause I was sick, and she's going to be understaffed as it is because Wendy, the assistant director, just had her baby...but in another way, I'm like, come on. I work basically two and a half hours, three hours tops. You can't find someone from another center to fill in for me? Hell, I'm not even cleared by the state yet, which means that I can't be left alone with the kids--so all I'm really there to do at the moment is play with them and help Kristen keep an eye on them. They could seriously just ask Becky to stay an extra half an hour instead of leaving at 5:15, couldn't they? I just feel like she didn't even bother to try to help me out here, and I know I'm new and I don't really deserve it, but....grrr. I'm just frustrated, I guess. Some spring break--all I've done is be deathly sick and work. Now I can't even go on vacation for a couple days.
Almost all of my friends are out of town, so it took me forever to find someone to stay with. My mom is really overprotective, she won't let me stay by myself (I mean, I'm seventeen, I have my liscence, I'm responsible--it's kinda annoying), so I'll be at my friend Jenna's house. I love Jenna to death, but I would rather be in Montreal. Or by myself. I know that after three days, I'm going to be going crazy, wanting space/alone time.
Ugh, whatever. I love work, don't get me wrong. I just want to spend time with my family (I know, that sounds lame).
Hmph, well, in happier news, writing=good so far, and I bought my senior ball dress online! It'll get here next week, so I'll still need to try it on, but I'm almost positive it'll fit/look good.
Wanna see a picture? Of course you do! :D
It shows up a little smaller than I like here, but whatever. I love it so much...I just hope it looks good on me!
And ooh, I watched Gone Baby Gone last night, which was super-good and really made me think. It was depressing, and scary at some parts, but in general I really enjoyed it. It raised a ton of moral questions; Mom and I were up late debating right and wrong.
--TWO HOURS LATER--
Ahaha, Ned just picked me up and took me to get ice cream. :D That brightened up my day considerably, lemme tell you. I got a "Swamp" sundae, which was basically hot fudge, peanut butter sauce, peanut butter cups and vanilla ice cream. MMMMMM. *dances*