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Jul. 20th, 2006 07:57 pmGAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
...I hate my job.
I love my work. I love my work. I love my kids, and I love what I do for and with them.
I HATE MY JOB. I hate incompetent management, I hate impractical and idiotic curriculuum.
Know what I really hate, though?
Being two people understaffed and being told that THE MOST EXPERIENCED PERSON WE HAVE, AFTER ME, GAVE HER NOTICE AND THAT ANOTHER GIRL IS PLANNING ON WALKING OUT ON US AFTER FRIDAY.
What are we going to do?
I ask you, what the hell are we going to do?
Also, I pulled a muscle in my back. I cannot bend over without pain. CAN YOU GUESS HOW MUCH FUN I'LL BE HAVING WITH THE CLASS OF TWO-YEAR-OLD KIDS TOMORROW?
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
...I hate my job.
I love my work. I love my work. I love my kids, and I love what I do for and with them.
I HATE MY JOB. I hate incompetent management, I hate impractical and idiotic curriculuum.
Know what I really hate, though?
Being two people understaffed and being told that THE MOST EXPERIENCED PERSON WE HAVE, AFTER ME, GAVE HER NOTICE AND THAT ANOTHER GIRL IS PLANNING ON WALKING OUT ON US AFTER FRIDAY.
What are we going to do?
I ask you, what the hell are we going to do?
Also, I pulled a muscle in my back. I cannot bend over without pain. CAN YOU GUESS HOW MUCH FUN I'LL BE HAVING WITH THE CLASS OF TWO-YEAR-OLD KIDS TOMORROW?
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.