budbeerlady
<font color=blue>I call DH The STREAK!!<br><font c
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I am in a bad mood, its raining and cold. People are irritating me. I am venting today. Vent away! What do you want to vent about? 

monarchsfan16 said:My allergies are driving me crazy. I have wayyy too much work to do. My mom's going to try to fatten me up this weekend when I go home. I still don't have a job for this summer, so I'll hear all about that when I go home. My neighbor who was like my second mom when I was little had a stroke last week and is paralyzed on the left side of her body and her family has been through so much with her health already that that was the last thing that they needed![]()
TheOtherVillainess said:Oh god wh ere should I start?
Let's see...
Yesterday I was fired, because my employer set me up to fail. Her idea of how to properly train a new employee is just totally whacked and because of that, I was improperly equipped to handle some of the situations my job thrust me into. I was told that there were too many 'incidents' (whatever that means) and that because of that, it just 'wasn't working out'. She gave me no real explanation as to why I was fired, not that she was required to (this being an at will state). But it's kind of hard to succeed when you're not given the proper tools to do so by your employer.
TOV
TheOtherVillainess said:Thanks,budbeerlady. Think I'll share a glass with you.![]()
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The place I was working (a daycare/preschool) was an absolute nightmare. The director's idea of training new employees was to sit them in an unused classroom, with nothing to sit on. Well, not properly anyway. You could sit on a wooden child-sized chair if you had a small butt or if you turned it sideways.Anyway..after sitting in this room, you were given a notebook as thick as a dictionary and told to read all of it, as well as answer about a hundred different questions based on the notebook. And you only had like 2 hrs to do so.
I suppose a smart person would've taken notes and been able to study them later. But I was unprepared for that when I went in for 'training'. I was also placed in an infant room the first few days I was there, which led me to believe I'd be there permanently. Lo and behold, the next time I go into to work, the 'educational coordinator' tells me I've been moved to *Classroom A* which has kids age 24-36 mos. Which is a heck of a lot different than being with infants. Let me tell ya. I was totally unprepared, but willing to deal with it because I felt I had little choice.
The VERY first day I was in *Classroom A* they left me for close to 2 hrs with 4 or 5 kids BY MYSELF. I was totally blindsided and had no idea what to do. At the end of the day, I drove home crying my eyes out because I felt so overwhelmed.
And it only got worse as I continued to work there.
Let me preface what I'm about to say with something that will be of importance later on. There were no child-proof latches on anything. Not the cabinets, not the drawers and certainely not on the door leading to the fenced playground outside.
In the class, we had a couple of kids who were brilliant escape artists. And escape they did..a couple of different times. Both of which I was penalized for, understandably. When I spoke to the director about this, her suggestion was to put a table in front of the door. Yeah..like THAT'S not a fire hazard.![]()
During one instance, there were 4 kids in the room when *S* escapes. I holler at the next door teacher *E* to watch my kids while I fetch *S*. *E* tells me that no, she will go get him and takes it upon herself to not only bring S back but to put him in timeout in her room. Later, she complains to the director about it, who in turn yells at me and more or less implies that if E quits, it will be all my fault.
Then yesterday, the director calls me into her office (along with the 'educational coordinator') and tells me that despite her best efforts to place me in a classroom that would 'work out', it just 'didn't work out'. I was also given the impression I am no longer welcome in the building, because I asked about my final paycheck and was informed it would be mailed to my house.
TOV