Time to bitch!
1. I'm really sick of being told I have to do things and then not given the tools I need to do them. For example:
Principal: "You need to do mid-term assessments this week."
Me: "Ok. I'll use test A. Can I do that?"
Reading Specialist: "Well it has to be in the system. What did your supervisor say?""
Me: "Nothing. I'm pretty sure my supervisor doesn't know anything about mid-term assessments because he's said nothing about them. How about I just
score and record them manually?"
Reading Specialist: "No, your supervisor has to put them in the system."
Me. "Of course he does. I'll just go right now and email my supervisor, and try to not make it look like I'm telling him how to do his job, so that I can
potentially do my job."
I teach MUSIC, FFS!
2. Every Monday during winter, for the last 20 fucking years, it's been freezing cold in my building. The boiler is 100 years old and only one works so after being shut down all weekend they always need all day to get the building warm. Plus I'm on the 3rd floor so it takes even longer. SO I'm wearing a WOOL sweater dress. Of course, today the heat is on full blast and I'm going to die. WTF?!
Re: Ok Bitches...it's Monday
Tomorrow the high is 0. Just cancel school already right now. We know you're going to.
My mil said last night she wants to plan a separate baby shower. They live 40 mins from us. My husband said no way, she can come to the one my mom is having that she was invited to participate in or not at all. So now instead of this stress free back yard baby que, I'm going to either have my mom with hurt feelings or a mil pissed off. Sigh.
I just want to crawl in my bed and sleep until I feel better. Ugh.
That sounds absolutely awful, so I'm extra sorry for laughing my ass off.
“When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.”
- J.M. Barrie Peter Pan
married on the sweetest day 10.20.12
Chicken - 07.08.06 | Bubsy - 02.24.09 | Sunshine - 07.16.14
(In order to convince DH? I just talked to my MIL about it... Lord knows I'm desperate)
“When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.”
- J.M. Barrie Peter Pan
married on the sweetest day 10.20.12
Chicken - 07.08.06 | Bubsy - 02.24.09 | Sunshine - 07.16.14
“When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.”
- J.M. Barrie Peter Pan
married on the sweetest day 10.20.12
Chicken - 07.08.06 | Bubsy - 02.24.09 | Sunshine - 07.16.14
***if you live in a warm state and love it, give me a shout out. We are VERY seriously considering moving. This has been winter from hell***
But, I went to take my fasting BG, poked my pinkie and could not get blood out. I squeezed and shook and squeezed some more. I finally got enough blood out. Only to knock the droplet off with another finger when I moved my hand to the monitor. I fought to get more blood out and now the damn thing is actually bleeding - like I may need a band aid.
DD born 7.27.2014
BFP 09.2015 - m/c 10.21.2015
@bpaws
I think I love you based on your amazing conversation recap! I nearly fell over laughing!
For the win -
BPaws "ok! Cool! Talk to you later?"
CrazyCakes "pregnaaaaaaaant"
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@Miski84
Yes....my theory is, if you hire help, use it. Otherwise plan your own wedding. And it really pisses me off because I've been doing this almost 12 years. I'm not just good at it, I also happen to thoroughly enjoy doing it. It's a passion. And it's like they're insulting my work.
The dishwasher is approximately 2 inches away from the sink. I wash and empty it on the regular. Why is it a hard concept to put one's dirty dishes in the dishwasher instead of the sink?
1) Rinse plate/glass/utensil
2) Open dishwasher
3) Place plate/glass/untensil in the dishwasher
4) Close dishwasher
ETA: WTF is up with Parenthood. I went to bed last night with a horrible headache after bawling my eyes through last week's episode. I wish they would space out all the sad stuff.
SPOLER ALERT!
I sat and clutched my DH's hand all throughout and made him promise to never leave DD, the new baby and me. I also cried and cried and soaked in in tears and snot. Bless him, he just patted my back and said it's ok and hugged me.
My DH does this except with trash. He'll open a frozen biscuit & leave the wrapper on the counter where the trash can sits directly under. I get SO tired of picking up all his random garbage around the house.
In his defense, I leave my shoes everywhere. I guess we're made for each other.
DD born 7.27.2014
BFP 09.2015 - m/c 10.21.2015
I did too.. I got the hell out with NCLB and our fing pro development days were wasted on math and reading workshops...really? What a waste of time. It was a failing city school, where OUR ineffective teaching was so horrible that we weren't allowed to be the ones to tutor after school- but hey that wasn't my area either being a music teacher. How about the fact that half the parents were in jail, or working 3 jobs to stay afloat, and the head of the house was an 8 year old trying to take care of a multitude of bros' and sisters. I mean really?! Their education content was the problem? And it was my problem as the music/band teacher? And really, music is a gem to teach math and reading as it is...but it's potentially reaching children that aren't successful in the classroom- which didn't have enough txt books for everyone. OMG, you've got me started. That's just the tip of the ice berg.
I don't regret the decision to get out of public school one bit! It's just gotten worse- now the teachers are judged on how well their students do. I've tried not to read too much, but if my job was dependent on how students performed...students with more baggage at 10 then I have at 36...really?!?! and in general, what profession bases your job on what others do- you don't have so much control over that and clearly testing is the best way to evaluate every single child.
Kudos for you patience, @Salsera29.
I have little to bitch about in my life now. I'm hoping my child and I will make it through the day without too much conflict and he's regressed to the tortuous 3's. The rest of the shit i put up with daily isn't going away (health issues), so it's useless to whine at this point.
The same thing happened to me last Tuesday (it was -9 outside)... Turned out be a clogged drain trap - little white plastic box inside furnace. The tech drained the backed up water into a bucket, removed the trap, blew it out then rinsed it out, and put it back in - furnace fixed. I was happy, other than the $150 charge for something I could have fixed myself - at least I know for next time!
Hope this helps, good luck and stay warm!
Hugs from the polar vortex (MN)
Bitch 2: WHY DO I KEEP WAKING UP AT 3:30 IN THE MORNING????
It takes a lot of restraint not to walk over and silence it myself.
Another on: conference calls I'm required to attend when I have nothing to add, and I'm the ONLY one calling in (everyone else is sitting in meeting room far away from my office)...
I got a $400 utility bill. This winter can suck my dick.
"Your truth is different from my truth, and we're both right."
TTC since March 2013. BFP 4/13/13, blighted ovum discovered 6/6/13, m/c 6/8/13.
BFP 11/10/13, EDD 7/25/13 - stick little owlet!
ashleymarie: it ended up being something with the pilot light and something else. DH figured it out. I brought him to work, ran a few errands and came back to a nice toasty house! I am also in MN.
I don't have a whole lot to bitch about other than the fact that I have low iron and I am tired all. the. time. I'm sick of it! I feel so lazy. This is the part of the pregnancy where I'm supposed to have all my energy back, and I'm sick of feeling like I am wasting my days just sitting around.
It's cold in Chicago again today and they cancelled most of the schools, so I'm working from home today. Can't complain too much about working from my warm house!
Not doing your job correctly the first time is NOT MY emergency. It's yours.