| Rarely ( @ 2007-11-14 17:31:00 |
Is it Friday yet????
Ok, I seem to have developed an intolerance for 4-year-olds. Normally this wouldn't bother me, but as I have to deal with them on a regular basis for work, I can only hope they stop whining soon! To cap it off, despite never having children of my own and always having been able to dodge the baby sitting side of things, it is unfathomable to be how I got involved in potty training someone else's child.... He is discovering that I really don't give a damn that he is mildly autistic and doesn't like to be told when to do what. He will sit on the potty until the timer goes off and he can scream all he wants...I don't really care, especially once I removed the roll of toilet paper from the stall which he had begun to tear off in 2 square sections and drop into the bowl. I was not adding toilet plunging to the list for the day.
On the far brighter side, one of the teachers I now work with turns out to be another raving Joss Whedon fan. The rest of the staff thinks we are certifiable, which I am totally comfortable with. Life is much more interesting when you can make your co-workers twitch.
I have now spent an unproductive afternoon attempting to get the desktop and laptop to communicate. I know that I have done this in the past, but the magic now eludes me....
Now to go force my creative will on pair of jeans to make them more interesting...yeah that's it, when the universe is running against you, rip apart clothing!
Ok, I seem to have developed an intolerance for 4-year-olds. Normally this wouldn't bother me, but as I have to deal with them on a regular basis for work, I can only hope they stop whining soon! To cap it off, despite never having children of my own and always having been able to dodge the baby sitting side of things, it is unfathomable to be how I got involved in potty training someone else's child.... He is discovering that I really don't give a damn that he is mildly autistic and doesn't like to be told when to do what. He will sit on the potty until the timer goes off and he can scream all he wants...I don't really care, especially once I removed the roll of toilet paper from the stall which he had begun to tear off in 2 square sections and drop into the bowl. I was not adding toilet plunging to the list for the day.
On the far brighter side, one of the teachers I now work with turns out to be another raving Joss Whedon fan. The rest of the staff thinks we are certifiable, which I am totally comfortable with. Life is much more interesting when you can make your co-workers twitch.
I have now spent an unproductive afternoon attempting to get the desktop and laptop to communicate. I know that I have done this in the past, but the magic now eludes me....
Now to go force my creative will on pair of jeans to make them more interesting...yeah that's it, when the universe is running against you, rip apart clothing!