Well, I’ve decided that since I took an unplanned hiatus, I will try not to flood the world with the craziness of the last few weeks. I’m sure that won’t happen but I thought I’d go ahead and say it. I guess I can briefly overview the blah that I’ve called my life. I don’t know where to start so I’m sure this will be full of blubber that isn’t filled in with details as I don’t to bore you any more than you’ve already been subjected to.
On October 10th, I got into an accident and my poor Monte was totaled. I’m thankful that I was not injured aside from minor rib bruising and being sore for a few days. I have many Angels and I am beyond thankful for being watched down upon by them. The entire accident and everything that has come with it is the main reason I haven’t been blogging because I’ve been pent up with so much anger, confusion, and stress that I didn’t want to put it in words. Long story short, my claim is still open. The parents of the kid that hit ME will not let him speak to the insurance company. Oh and did I mention that he was in the hospital and threatening to sue? Why was he in the hospital, what happened you ask? Who the fuck knows. He was absolutely fine when he rammed into me and was gone before I was out of the ambulance. I understand adrenaline is running and even I myself didn’t feel the impact until later that day but what could have happened to him that he was hospitalized? Of course, I hope he’s okay but I do not by any means understand why his family refuses to let him speak to the insurance company and are threatening to sue? What are you hiding? Along with that brief summary of mess, I was out of a car and had to car shop which I may add, is NOT an enjoyable experience especially when it’s unplanned. Summarizing that gross two weeks of car shopping, I have ultimately found a new car that I love. I’m sure I’ll probably cry when I get my first car loan bill but what can you do?
You know, I really wish I would have blogged because if I typed up everything swarming around inside of my head right now, this would end up being an entire book.
Here’s a check of my new 2011 Hyundai Elantra 🙂
Vent fest on the dumbass of the week. As I noted to the director I will only be at the daycare a short while, I was given just a regular teacher position rather than a Lead Teacher position which was fine by me. I embraced it and was ready to get in and working with the kids. The first few weeks were fine and I didn’t get little things get to me but the moron I work with who IS the Lead Teacher is over bearingly irritating. She started two weeks prior to me coming back so she wasn’t given much training but she’s not one of those people that can’t follow direction or advice anyways. She’s all Miss. I Have A Bachelors Degree. Yeah, in general studies because you know you would have been a shitty grade school teacher. Miss. I Have A Fiance And Am Getting Married In A Week. Yeah, to some lanky weirdo just as off as you are – perfect match. Miss. I Can’t Control A Fucking Toddler Room. Yeah, because you are incapable of taking direction and have no idea what two year old are not capable of. Rant of the year I tell you, I could go on with the misses forever. Here’s an example of her punch me in the face moments: Her to the kids during circle time: “What characteristics to Redwood trees have?” Then she sits and stares at them waiting for them to answer. She didn’t bother elaborating or giving an easier question. Example of what SHOULD have been asked: “What colors are trees? Are trees big or small?” Characteristics? Do you seriously think a two year old legitimately knows what that word is let alone a specific species of tree? You’ve got to be shitting me. She’s pissed me off so much the last few weeks but I’ve held my tongue so being the bitch that I am, I didn’t bother telling her that I’ll be leaving. Jokes on her because she’s gone all next week for her damn wedding and my last day is next Friday. I’m sure karma will bite me in the ass but my God what an exasperating individual. She talks too much. EXAMPLE: She just got into the room and is going to tell me the number of kids and what circle time will be today. “We have 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 kids and I think that after we do potties and wash their hands that maybe we could uhm read this book here and we could sit on the circle time rug. When we are finished than we will do art ink blots and we will do that with paint and paper. The kids can fold the paper once I blot paint onto it. When they are done blotting the paper than I will put it on the rack over there to dry. After we do that I think we can let the kids play with blocks for just a little bit.” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. This is how it should have been said: “Hey, we have 9 kids so far, we’ll read this book and do ink blots for art.” Simple, yes? Number one: She’s aware that I’ve been Lead Teacher before and that I know the process of everything. I know what circle time is, when potties are, and what free play consists of. I am perfectly aware of how ink blot art work is done. I pray to the Lord that I never have to come in contact with her again. She needs to be sent to that place on the movie Idiocracy. Fuck.