REALLY?!

Today was the first day of school. And I was invited to go have a cup of coffee with some other Moms. Last year, we went to Java Joey's, which was nice, if a little sunny & warm out on the patio. This year, it was off to Stew's Brews.

Never having been there, and only being vaguely aware that they existed, I was looking forward to it.

Then I got there.

There was a line. It's a small, hole-in-the-wall kind of place. So it wasn't actually a line, it was almost like a mosh pit.

Then, when I said, "cappucino" she heard me say "tea" So naturally I was confused when she asked me if I wanted the English Breakfast variety. We got thru that, and she said, "I'll bring it back to the table with everyone else's." Uh, OK.

So, I went back to the table, talked with other moms--some are new to the area--and waited. Two cups of coffee came to us. And I waited, and talked some more. And then I waited. Someone else's coffee finally came out (I had ordered probably an hour ago) and the Tea Lady said, "OK then. That's everyone, right?" And I waved a little wave and said, "er, uh, I'm still waiting for my cappucino."

So I got to wait some more.

And when it finally arrived, she plunked that sucker down in front of me and said, "Oh, there's not so much foam on the top." Since I really REALLY didn't want to wait any longer, I said (and YES I WAS NICE) "That's OK. It's fine." *weak smile*

The Tea Lady responded with, "Yes it is. Be glad you got it at all!" *BIG SHIT EATIN' GRIN*

If I knew this woman, it'd be one thing. If I'd ever slapped eyes on her before, even briefly, that'd be that same one thing. I work with the public, and I get that they were surprisingly busy this first day of school/Tuesday. Hell, I even understand that as a Mumple, there's gonna be screw ups in my order when I'm out!

But I really wasn't impressed by that AT ALL.

Incompetence

I'm seriously pissed.

The Howler's school is being renovated. Renovations started back in March. Since it rained most of March, from the beginning, the renovation has been a clusterfuck. When the weather finally cleared enough to begin the work tearing out the parking lot & basketball court still took more time than expected...by the time school let out in June, the construction was well over a month behind. Efforts were not made to catch up. By the beginning of July, it was clear to everyone except the school board that the new gym would not be ready for school to begin in August.

Lovely. No arrangements beyond denial, and certainly the construction crews worked only as originally scheduled.

Today is the last day of summer vacation here.

With the Howler's asthma, I have to get a signature from her doc, and have the form and her rescue inhaler at the school before school begins tomorrow. This is, of course, slacker hell for me. I got it together last week, and planned to take it over to the school today.

My mother's neighbor is a teacher at the school, so I have a little bit of an inside track to know what's actually going on in the building. The health aide (nurse) was moved, and we have a new one this year. The old one, whatever her issues, at least knew my Howler, and my Howler's asthma. Luckily, her asthma is exercise induced/virus triggered, not due to allergies, as the dust being generated by the renovations is an issue.

Today, when dropping off her inhaler, the nurse isn't available, and the principal was going to call us regarding the Howler's asthma & the renovation dust. (The Howler's teacher called last night, so I had a head's up.)

The principal offered THE DAY BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS to have the Howler & her asthma moved to ANY OTHER elementary school in the district. THE DAY BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS! When she fucking KNEW since at least the middle of July that the renovation was 2 fucking months behind schedule...and that if dust were an issue for the Howler, this was an option that should have been offered THEN.

We would not be able to move the Howler, unless absolutely necessary, due to transportation issues (they'd let her attend another school, but transportation would still be mine to deal with.)

And to offer it today is about 2 months too late. If it were something I had wanted to consider, giving me less than 24 hours to figure it out and get r dun really isn't the way to do it!

Jumping Jesus on the pogostick! This really is incompentence! It's not even fucking denial at this point!

Stupid fucktard school district.

Maaaarcoooooooooo

Polo!

The other day at work, the doors slid open and a voice rang out. "Marco!" There was no answering "Polo!" and as the doors shut, the customer in front of me asked, "Do you often play that here?"

You Might Be A Moron If...

I ask you if you would like a piece of plastic for under your wet-and-dripping plants/mulch/dirt and you say, "Oh! Do you have some? That would be great!" (Seriously, do you often go into stores and have people offer you things that they don't have? Really?)

you ask me where something is, and I tell you; you come back to me and tell me that's not what you're looking for. When I finally pry the word for what you are looking for out of thin air and tell you where that is, you say to me, "You didn't tell me to look there before." (and since you are a moron, if you say that to me at this point, I AM going to say to you, "YOU didn't tell me THAT is what you wanted before, that's why.")

The Freaklet

There's just something about that girl that creeps me out. In my soul, I mean. Ever read Steven King? Every time I look at her, my eyes just unfocus and glide right past her. Every time I have to look at her, a immediately think of the things that came out of the car in From a Buick 8.

Honestly.

She just ain't right.

She has been told, repeatedly to STOP going through the garbage cans. (Between her and the stubborn ass who had strep throat, they infected at least 3 other people) She collects the pop cans, I don't want to know why.

When she calls me to get the cooler count, it takes fully 5 minutes for her to tell me what she wants. I usually just talk over her.

Every evening at closing time, she goes back to the breakroom, and counts the holes in her work vest. It's killing me not to scream, "It has exactly the same number of fucking holes today as it did yesterday! Put it the fuck in your locker and move your ass to the front so we can all go the fuck home."

I don't though. That would be horribly rude and uncalled for. She's not really hurting me by counting the holes in her vest. It's just weird as fuck, and as long as weird as fuck isn't touching me, it's not my problem.

She also, after the daily accounting, moves each pen and piece of paper from her vest pockets to her purse. I'm not sure what else she has in her purse, but it's painful to watch her try to cram those few items, one at a time (and no, they can't be removed from said vest pocket until time to cram them into the purse,) into that small overfilled purse.

Today, in the breakroom, she decided to go into a long, involved tale about the spider. The spider is apparently her new friend at work. She says it is as big as her hand. She says that it deserves to live, and she is actively warning people to watch out to not kill it.

She is also very disturbed by the rumor going around about her: they're saying she's quitting.

We can dream, can't we? (and no, I did not start the rumor. I don't do rumors.)