Ever had one of those days where you just did not want to go to work. Today was my day, but considering that we have a vacation next week and an extended vacation two weeks later, I decided to just take one for the team and bring my butt into work.
This morning I experienced a comedy of errors on my way to work. Long story short, the line at the Starbuck's was so incredibly long this morning that it was a waste of time even thinking about getting in line. So, I decided on a quick run to Wal-mart, where as I check my items out, realized that I did not have a debit card. I did not panic, because I remember it was on the dresser back home. No worries, I will go to the ATM and get some cash for today.
No, Stupid, you don't have a debit card, remember?
DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! JAMES!!!!
So here I am at work SUPER early. Really not a bad thing because I got some stuff done. I started the normal morning routine of picking the kids up from breakfast in the cafeteria. It was 8:30. I did not see Lil Crackish in line, so I just assumes that he was either tardy or maybe not coming today.
So, my co-teacher and I continue with our normal routine: take the kids for a quick morning potty break and head to class. This usually takes around 10 minutes to get all 24 kids in and out of the bathroom and back in line. Just for the record, our time to beat on that exercise is 8.5 minutes.
Now it is 8:40 we are running a bit behind schedule and who walks up? FloJo (see Breakfast of Crackhead Champions).
Conversation:
Me: Good Morning.
FJ: He dun had his breakfass I ain't goin' thru all that mess with y'all today.
Insert my confused look here. How the hell did Good Morning warrant all that?
Me: OK
Then it happened. This chick throws her hand in my face and says "Whatever" and walks (crackishly) away.
My co-teacher knows me very well because her first response was to grab my arm. And tell me "It's really not worth it"
So we began our march through the hall and it seems that FloJo has been in the front office and is coming out and mumbles just loud enough about how " She don't need us to feed her baby. These bitches crazy. It's not that serious over some damn cereals" (and yes, she used the 's'...so obviously she is counting every little flake in the bowl individually.)
Click...game on.
Me: If it were not so serious that your baby get this cereal and milk, you would not be up here early complaining. Quite honestly, I can understand that you really should have to get him here early for some breakfast. You can spend that time with him at the drive through...or better still...how about you make him some breakfast. Then you really won't have to worry about the bitches or breakfast.
Before she could speak I turned and did my own FloJo walk away.
It's sad that we have to argue with parents about feeding their kids. WTF? I really wish I would have had that cup of coffee this morning.
It's almost Friday....and I still love my job!
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