It annoys the shit out of me that we have to lay more rugs down cause of this troll downstairs. Yet, the rugs are the worst thing to have with asthma. Dave have been giving himself treatments I guess for the rug fibers. It is so unfair. What a bitch!.
Had a great time last night previewing a cheesey movie with the Cheese man, VanDick. He got press passes to Alien Trepass, a 50's type cheesey movie. The monster was a a cross between a penis and octopus with a giant eye. It could also turn invisible and turn people into puddles of mud water. I was rolling on the floor. We sat in the 3rd row. I needed a neck brace by the end of the movie. Got to meet the director after the movie. He actually directed some of the X-Files shows.It pays to be Mrs. Cheese.
Alot has been going on and I haven't had a chance to write it in my journal. First, the new mom is home and baby Thomas is a real fighter. Everyone at work has been praying for them. The drama continues with the principal. I hear he is still harassing the teacher from last year. He wants her to lose her license. He gave her another "U" rating. I went to Reggio workshop on the new program. Lisanne and I cut out early. It was like breaking out of prison. Lisanne was telling me to sneak out and leave my jacket so no one knows we left, lol. Finally, we've been busy dealing with the troll downstairs. She complains if we clean at 6 at night. A rep from the management came to check on carpets this week. Now we need to carpet the dining room. This troll needs to go back under the bridge.
Today, I was heartbroken! One of the new teachers I work with had her baby delivered last night. She was only 5 months. She had been having a rough time. The scumbag higherups were working her like a dog, doing the after school and wanting her to do a Harvard program on Monday nights. She was new and didn't want to say no. Anyone that says no in my place gets the boot to some awful place. Until you leave they make your life hell. The union is no help. The principal has high conections in politics and the media. We are screwed. This was a wake up call. We have to learn to say no. My prayers are with that tiny little boy named Thomas who is 1 pound, 7 ozs. and his family. The principal has just moved up a level in hell
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1. Let me see, a day off, spend time on Rave
2. work on photoshop
3. throw dogs in snow
4. play video games with G
5. "maybe" do some chores- yeah no on that
6. spend time with hubby( should that be #1)
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