ammogirl

So.  The past two days have been a huge flurry of activity at work, trying to tie up all the loose ends prior to the start of this exercise on Sunday, and meetings, and meetings, and ummm…meetings.  Like, the most boring meetings you can ever imagine.  And all of it was classified, so I can’t talk about it, or, you know, the whole killing you thing, which is sort of played out but still funny.  However, the one thing I can say is holy crap, this is a big fucking deal.

Anyway, in one of our planning meetings yesterday it became apparent that midnight to noon was not going to be the best shift for me, due to the daytime battle rhythm and deliverables it dictated.  THEREFORE (I really need more transition words…maybe I’ll just start making them up) I am now working 9 am to 9 pm, which is CONSIDERABLY better than midnight to noon.

I actually like working exercises, because it’s a really intense, condensed version of what I do on a regular basis, and because I am weird, it’s much easier for me to work under pressure.  It’s like another part of my brain comes out of slumber and I suddenly know all these details that aren’t celebrity gossip related, and I get to be even bossier than normal.

OH.  Speaking of bossier, remember when I got in the passive-aggressive email fight with Lindsey’s teacher a couple of weeks ago?  WELL.  This past week there was a whole to-do with…well, it’s hard to explain but basically this bitch very nice teacher accused Lindsey and her friends of skipping school during the last class of the day.  She wrote an email to the four sets of parents explaining how they had looked EVERYWHERE and INTERCOMED ALL THE CLASSROOMS and they were SO WORRIED and they ASKED FOR PENCILS when they CLEARLY DIDN’T NEED THEM and DISCIPLINARY ACTIONS.  I was like, “wha?” and printed it out and took it home, where I handed it to a clearly worked-up Lindsey when I walked in the door.

I had her read the letter first, before she started to explain,  and when she was done she said, MOM, we were in MR. KRAVALIS’ class the ENTIRE TIME, and we were RIGHT THERE when they intercomed and they DIDN’T ASK FOR US they asked for the STUDENT TEACHER and WE WERE THERE THE WHOLE TIME.

Hmmm…curious.   She was distraught, because Ms. BITCH TEACHER had walked around to several classrooms stating how the girls were MISSING and they would be SUSPENDED IMMEDIATELY and now everyone thought they were skipping and she was SO EMBARRASSED.

The next day I went to work prepared to call and request a meeting but was stopped by an afternoon email from the principal, who wrote that after meeting with the students and teacher in question, it was discovered that there had been a miscommunication, i.e. the teacher is a fucking bitch, and the girls were never missing, because they were in another teacher’s classroom the entire time.

Noreen and I talked last night about what to do, if anything, and she’s going to call the principal on Monday.  I like having a friend who is fairly high-up in the school system here.  It works out nicely.

And that has been pretty much my whole two weeks: mutant spiders, lame teachers, and work.  And of course, ROCK BAND!!!  I am currently stuck on The Stroke’s Reptilia on hard.  I am thwarted every time by the…I don’t know what it’s called but it’s the middle of the song.  Stupid halfbeats.  Or whatever.

Okay now I have to mow my lawn.  (I’m sorry, Bobby!)

Tschuss!!