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10:31 p.m. - 2007-02-12
work and snow
Well, let's see. First day back at work. The staff more or less held things together although they cannot seem to understand the importance of turning in time sheets. People, no time sheets, no pay checks. The people who process our pay checks are actually robots whom you cannot negotiate with. 5pm on Friday means 5pm on friday. Fortunately for them and myself, I speak robot. It usually involves looking really sheepish and acting a little bit dumb. But it works. We are getting paid.

I spent a fair amount of time on the phone, after fielding a phone call from a cranky man who works at a dairy product distributer. He decided that it is too difficult to ship our orders of milk. He said that we don't order enough to make it worthwhile. I was pissed. Do you really want to be talking to a youth programs director when you are telling her that you refuse to bring milk to low-income inner city kids??? Just because our street is a little bit narrow? I mean, who wants to b on that side of the argument? Especially when I am buying approximately 1,000 half-pints of milk each month. Seriously. I went on, in a near rage, ticking off the MANY companies that deliver items to our door, DAILY. Well, after a while, he realized he was talking to the wrong person...literally. He was from a totally different distributor that the one we use and he was meaning to talk to the director of a program who rents space from my facility. They only have a few kids and only order a wee bit of milk. I had half a mind to keep fighting on that program's behalf just on principle, but I was far too behind in about one million things.

Also, today, an 8-year old in my program busted out with the following:

"Down with the Jews! Down with the Jews!"

...right in front of one of my best employees who happens to be Jewish.

Good heavens. Ummmmmmmm. Damn you Sasha Baron Cohen! And maybe parents who are letting 8 year olds watch things they don't understand.

I also came into one of the classrooms today to find a 9 year old laying on the reading carpet with his head all the way inside his backpack. I looked around the room to see if anyone else noticed this - I took him upstairs to my office to have a little "So what's going on, Buddy?" talk. At which point, he ran away from me, down the hallway and out the front door. Yeah, I have a real way with children.

In other news....the snow is coming! So they say.....so they say. I'll believe it when I see it.

OK, K-Y personal lubricant product commercials are bodering on pornography. Ick.

And then there is the local commercial where the owner of a home improvement/building product company who sports a ridiculous mullet and a rough Pittsburgh accent, who points at you and GUARANTEES your satisfiaction. Ew. Sorry mullet-man. Your guarentee is falling on deaf ears. And blind eyes! You have blinded me with your sticky mullet!!!

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