So What Happened Was…

I picked LG up yesterday and once we got home I asked her to tell me what happened.

*They pull sticks for misbehavior.  Three sticks pulled in one day=a write up.  We’ve told LG that write ups warrant spankings*

LG pulled a stick that morning for talking.  I know, you’re shocked!

Later on the teacher told them to stop breaking the points off their pencils.  LG went up to the teacher and confessed that she’d broken her pencil point.  2nd stick pulled.

They now have bathroom monitors (their classmates).  The rule is no talking in the bathroom.  LG talked.

The teacher told LG to come out of the bathroom.  LG didn’t want to because she thought she was going to have to pull her third stick so she refused.  The teacher told her again to come out and LG was explaining (from inside the bathroom) that she didn’t want to come out but that she wasn’t playing in the sink like the teacher thought she was.

She came out the bathroom.  The third stick was pulled.  I was called.

So…I didn’t spank her.  I gave her a long lecture (Mrs Count – you would’ve been so happy!) about respect, facing the consequences of your behavior, etc., etc.  No TV, iPod, or DS for the week and she’s not going to Girl Scouts on Thursday. And if I ever get another phone call because she’s blatantly disrespected the teacher it is on.

We shall see!

WWYD

So…I’m sitting at work sharpening pencils (oh, it’s glamorous around here y’all) when the phone rings.  I recognize the number from LG’s school.  I answer and find myself talking to LG’s substitute teacher.

The substitute tells me that she told LG to stop playing in the sink and to come out of the bathroom.

LG told her “no, I don’t want to” and kept playing in the water.

Sub told her again.  LG replies “I already told you, I’m playing. I don’t want to come out.”

Sub tells her that she’s going to get the principal.  LG tells her “fine, I’ll come out but only because you’re threatening to tell on me.”

W.H.A.T?????????

I ask to speak to LG and she confirms the story.

What, dear reader, would you do if this was your child talking jazzy to a teacher?  I really, really wanna know!!!!

WWYD – Slap a Hoe Edition

Big ups to TIH for prompting today’s blog entry!

So.  Y’all remember I’m in a relatively new gig – I have an office and errythang!  A girl I used to work with in Hell left Hell and works in the same department that I do.  She’s young – 25 I think – and very, very playful.  Okay, whatever.

My mother calls me every morning on her way to work and we have our daily chat.  My coworker has somehow figured this out and now comes in my office – uninvited – and will hit the speaker button on the phone and just start talking to my mom.  I’ve asked her to stop, but obviously she thinks it’s cute and hasn’t.

Fast forward to yesterday.  I asked her to take a picture of me so that Jameil, TIH, Psonya, KRock, Barista, and my brother could leave me the hell alone I could have a profile picture on Twitter.  She obliges.  But she doesn’t give me my phone back.  Instead I see her tap, tap, tapping away.  I was like “what are you doing?”  “Nothing, giggle, giggle.”  I put on my best angry woman face and tell her to give me my phone.  She does.  After she’s sent Smoochy some sexy texts from “me.”  I didn’t even know the girl sent the texts until Smoochy called me and asked who was playing on my phone – my husband knows me well y’all.

I called her back into my office and told her not to do that any more, I didn’t appreciate it, yada yada yada.  She didn’t seem the least bit fazed but said “okay.”

Obviously I won’t ask her to take any more pictures of me using my phone.  I certainly won’t leave my phone unattended.  What else, if anything, should I do?  I’m the NKOTB, enjoy where I am and don’t want to rock the proverbial boat.  Everyone knows she’s playful and they just kind of dismiss her in a “Oh, that Vickie…” kind of way.

What y’all got for me on this one? And don’t tell me to hit her.  That’s not happening.  No matter how deeply rooted the desire may be!

 

 

 

WWYD? Money, Money, Money, Money!

Okay, so yesterday I posted about my not-so-great experience at the spa.  Don’t get me wrong, they were very nice, the atmosphere was relaxing and all that jazz, but their actual services.  Eh.

I didn’t tip.  Now before you send me back to finishing school, I had every intention of tipping – I just didn’t realize I couldn’t tip on my card – they only take cash or checks for tips.  I carry neither on a regular basis.  The lady at the desk said that it happens all the time and I could just bring the tip back.  Cool.  I thought I’d get by there on Saturday, but that didn’t happen.  So at some point this week I’ve got to roll back through there and leave tips for the ladies who worked on me.

My conundrum – how much should I tip?

I got a service menu before I left.  The manicure (good) was 35, the pedicure (felt great, jacked up my big toenails) was 55 and the massage (um, no…) was 65.

If you’d had an ‘eh’ experience how much would you tip each lady?

Decisions, Decisions….WWYD

This is an exercise for me as much as it is a solicitation of opions from you! I’ve already told y’all things were crazy (again) on the job front and I’ve really been praying for a peaceful end to the madness. So I started applying for various and sundry jobs in and around the hospital. Which leads me to today’s WWYD

Job #1

• Applied for this job about two weeks ago.
• Administrative Assistant III.
• With jobs at the hospital, you really only know what position you’re applying for and in which department the job is located.  No specifics about the job.
• Interviewed with the doc running the program.
• Got really excited about the position. 
• Positives:  working with the state’s abused children program; opportunity for growth; a chance to use my MPH; opportunity to supervise two medical assistants (supervisory experience goes a long way at the hospital); center is growing.
• Negatives:  would have to take a pay cut (with the caveat that they would give me performance increases once I pass 90 days probation to get me back where I am, the cut isn’t too bad, but it’s still a cut); the hours are 8-5.  I currently work 730-4 and LOVE IT. 

Job #2

• A former coworker put my resume in the hands of the doc hiring
• Project Administrator
• Got really excited about the position
• Positives:  More money, relaxed schedule, able to use my MPH and my MA, center is in its infancy so a chance to help “grow” it
• Negatives:  Very data driven work – not a horrible thing, but I’m not sure about spending 8 hours a day crunching numbers and compiling reports

 

Now.  After my interview for position #1 (and before I knew about the possibility of job #2) I prayed and asked God not to let them offer me the job unless it would be a good move for me.  While I am ready to leave my current position I didn’t want to jump into the first thing offered just to get out.  They offered me the job yesterday.  Job #2 hasn’t been offered – they just called yesterday and told me they’d posted the position and they wanted me to apply for it.  They also told me they were going to try to get as much money for me as they could – which would be an increase over my current salary.

So, what would y’all do?  Take the sure thing job?  It is the one I prayed over.  If I don’t take it am I disregarding God’s will for my life?  Talk to the doc about job #2 and let him know I’ve got a bird in the hand? 

I’ve been praying for an answer and still have no clue what to do.  I really am trying to walk in ordered steps.  Smoochy is cool with whatever decision I make.

So good people, WWYD?

WWYD – Mind Ya Business!

I’ll wrap this week up telling y’all what I’ve decided to do in all these cases…thank you for your comments/suggestions!!

So a relative is having surgery in the next few days.  From what I’ve gathered, she’s having a partial hysterectomy – uterus out, ovaries stay – because of issues with fibroids.

Now, I appreciate all the good that modern medicine does as much as the next person, but I’m not sure she knows there are options* which might help her control her fibroids – changing her diet, increasing her physical activity, embolization – which are nonsurgical and wouldn’t require her to lose her uterus. (Maybe embolization is considered surgery, I don’t know…)

So, should I say something about alternatives to surgery or just keep my mouth shut?  If you were the patient in this scenario would you want to be told?

* I researched fibroids when I learned I had them during my sonogram when I was pregnant with Lovegirl.  Mine have never bothered me, so I have no plans to bother them.*

WWYD – Oh Baby!

I got an invitation to my new niece’s christening.  It’ll be in Arkansas at the end of May.  On one hand I’d love to meet my newest niece.  On the other hand I’m pretty sure I don’t want to drive 8 hours to be dismissed by my brother and his wife.  They’re supposed to be in CA with the rest of the family in June and I could just meet the baby then.

So blog familia, the question of the day is should I attend the christening in May?  What would you do?

WWYD?

Check the scenario:

A student has call one Saturday night and is scheduled to get off at 7 a.m. on Sunday.  He tells his team members not to come in on Sunday to do patient rounds – he’ll do them since he’ll already be at the hospital.  Call was rough, when 7 a.m. hits he goes to the house and does not go check the patients.  A certain education administrator pulls his professionalism points – an all or nothing grade worth 10% of his grade.  Said student comes and gets all jazzy with the ed admin saying he only did it once, that’s not fair, there’s nothing in the syllabus about taking points if one doesn’t go see patients (WTH????), etc., etc.  He refuses to admit that he should’ve gone to see the patients.  Ed admin refuses to change his grade – tells him to write an appeal if he truly feels he was in the right.  Ed admin goes to the house.  Thinks about the fact that the student is one of her favorites and with the exception of the above scenario he did really well on surgery rotation.  Ed admin thinks about all of the times in her life when grace and mercy have been shown her and thinks perhaps she should extend the same to the student.

What would you do internets?  Let the student keep his zero – dropping his final grade down a whole letter grade or give him – and every other student (maybe 3) whose professionalism points were pulled this year -their points back and call it a day?

WWYD – I’ll Always Love My Mama

My mom is cool people.  Really cool people.  Like, I am 37 years old and I still think she is the greatest thing since sliced bread.  And I think sliced bread is awesome!  I know a lot of people have not-so-great relationships with their mothers and I really feel sorry for them.  I cannot imagine – I will not imagine – having a bad or nonexistent relationship with mi madre.  God really blessed me when he gave me that little 5’3 package I call mama.

My brothers are blessed with the same wonderful mama.  And do you know not one of those knot heads called her yesterday to check on her after her foot surgery?  Not one. 

All day long I thought “hmm, I should probably text them and remind them to call and check on mama this afternoon.”  Then I thought “nah, surely the idjits will remember to call their mama and make sure she’s okay.”  Nope, they didn’t.  And I wish I’d sent them the text.  Because my mom was so hurt that not one of her three sons thought enough about her to call her.  I was soooo pissed.  I realize that foot surgery isn’t “major” surgery, but still – anytime they knock you out and cut you open is “major” enough for me.

Now, I’m thinking that maybe today I should text them all and remind them (who the heck needs reminding about their own mother?!?) to call and check on her today.  I’m sure if they all call her today she’ll know that I told them to do so ~ and I’m not sure that’ll really make her feel better about their callousness yesterday.

So my beloveds, this post which I was writing to relieve a little frustration, has now become a WWYD. 

If you were in my shoes would you let it ride or would you call/text the bruhs, tell them how triflling they are and remind them to call their mama?

Gracias!

P.S.  If Lovegirl ever did this to me I’d be crushed.  Absolutely crushed.  But I’d call her and tell her about herself – I know my mama won’t ever mention this to my brothers.

WWYD?

There’s a younger lady at work of whom I am quite fond.

She has recently become quite promiscuous loving (I know, I know, judge not….) and I am worried about her. She’s divorced, has kids, etc., etc.

I want to pull her aside and tell her that she is worth more than whatever hot s.ex on a platter she’s offering up. Lord, I’m starting to feel like somebody’s grandma….

Anyhow, should I express my concern and impart some of my 37 years of wisdom on her……or just keep listening to her exploits and hope to pick up a few tips??  Is this the kind of thing she’ll just have to learn from herself?

Thanks y’all!