forgetting theere is an assembly in the morning for the kids at my work, i stillmanage to drag myself inside the school gates. i soon realize that i forgot my keys to the room and of all people the vice principal (who never really looks as if she likes me) offers me her keys. i come in the room and i see a note there left by jackie (the other aide that shows up when i leave), stating that she needs a certain third graders chart because there has been a "change in schedule." getting upset because i have only managed to see 6 kids for the second session instead of the 12 i am supposed to see, i get the list out of teachers who i can give notes to asking if any of their kids will ebnefit from the PIP program. this process isn't a joyride. at times, the teachers don't get back to you right away, sometimes weeks pass by. and if i get a list of referrals from them, i have to send back some parent permission slips. after i get those back i send some WMS forms to the teachers to fill out. after that i can schedule the kids. often times i have had to give forms to them over and over again because they or the parents misplace them. the worst part is we basically have to kiss the teachers asses. we are "requested" to add a candy to each form w esend out to them in hopes of the teachers being nice enough to send us the completed forms back. these lil notes are so cheesy. they remind me of those valentine day cards that have a cows face and inscribed says something like "you moo-ve me in a special way. happy v-day." pffft please. here are a few of them: *please be a sweet-tart and return these forms to be ASAP. *Hershey hugs to you for returning your PIP forms promptly. *don't be a Butterfinger and let these forms slip through your fingers. please return ASAP.
like i said....cheesy. i will admit i had used those notes in the beginning, but c'mon they are ridiculous. since sept. to now i have just written please and thank you notes with the PIP logo stamped on them. at times, depending, i will tape a candy there, but NOT with some cheesy lines.
**Do NOT disturb the receptionist with your questions**
here are the top 20 things you need to know about visiting the facility
1. Yes, you need to sign in, we want to make sure how much you love to visit so we can fix a room for you soon! 2. Yes, you can sign in everyone's name on the same form, even your senile ancestors you bring along 3. You do this EVERY time you visit. we want to see if you REALLY read what you are signing. 4. Poeple at any age can visit, including the fetus you are carrying. 5. Yes, you put the visitor tag on your shirt OR you can shove it up your ASS 6. Outside food only. No homemade food, we do NOT want to smell your "delicious" food. 7. The clock is directly in front of you and it is NOT digital. 8. Today's date is marked on the calendar NEXT to the visitor forms in RED 9. Do NOT take straws into the units..patients spit wads at visitors 10. Cell phones need to be turned OFF..ring tones remind the patients about lobotomies. 11. Bring your "loved" ones clothes and toiletries... we are NOT a damn shelter 12. No wire hangers aloud, patients love to use them on nurses. 13. Visitors CANNOT wear drug slogans on their dress attire, patients may try to smoke it. 14. No spikes and such on clothes or jewelry. Patients amy want to hug you, not out of love but to harm themselves 15. If you got lost on your way here, YOU didn't really want to visit 16. If you call and want to arrange special visitng hours, let me please stop hunger in the world, stop the damn market strikes, stop the damn world from spinning! 17. If you don't know the difference between a child, adolescent, and adults, YOU are the one that belongs in here! 18. If you do NOT have a patient ID number when you call and want information about someone, most likely the patient does NOT want you to know anything about him/her. 19. If you call again and still do NOT have a patient ID number.... you are NOT getting ANY information! 20. If you read this whole list and still have questions relating to anything on the list, PLEASE fill out an ASSESSMENT form, sit your ass down, and wait for a DAMN counselor to TRANSFER YOUR ASS TO A COUNTY FACILITY!!!
nothing says loving for valentine's day than a co-worker giving you candy and condoms with a note attached that reads "edna..hope you enjoy the day! have some great sex and do NOT forget to use these!!"
Current Music
Lightening Seeds tape..i need to buy the cd dammit!!!
there's this cut i have on my ankle. i got it from wearing my new vans. i usually get a very tiny blister when i get these shoes. this time it's an actual cut. it is rather annoying yet comforting. my the time i put my vans on in the morning the cut has dried up and there is a sort of scab on it, but once i walk i can feel that scab lifting off exposing new flesh to my sock and the pain. i bitch about it every time i get out of the car when i have to bend my foot, yet i have done nothing about it. sometimes this cut gets a little leakage in which my sock get stuck on it. i know this because i move my foot a certain way and i can feel my sock snagging on it. every morning when i take a shower, the water hitting that little slash stings like when you cut yourself shaving, but then it numbs up. to shut me up mom put a band aid on it with medication a few minutes ago. i am disappointed. i can take the band aid off and such, but now things are not the same. it is covered with medication, the lil nagging pain is gone. the comfort is gone. the breakage out of the normal ordinary schedule is gone. *sigh*
lmao...gotta love the guy who was being harrassed and practically shoved by market strikers who said," LOVE Vons...i'm here 4 to 5 times a week. the other two days i'm at Albertsons."
i have news. news which is good. news which i found out about this morning while i was supposed to be playing with a 3rd grader at work, but instead spent it on the phone.....i finish school this quarter! this means i don't have to attend the spring quarter and i just have to wait until June for the graduation walk and ceremony. after this quarter is over i have to wait for a letter telling me all about the graduation crap and such. i should be happy/relieved/cheery...somehow i'm not.