cancellation frustration

As usual, the company didn't call me and tell me I had cancellations. Not to hard to figure out EL would cancel, his mother wants me to perform miracles, but she is quick to limit his exposure to me. She thinks it's my fault that EL isn't progressing beyond a certain point on his DMV studies. Good Luck with that, I can only pour so much info in, he has to do the retaining part.
TH is out of town, but no one bothered to call me, I called the school before I headed out for our work together. I needed a break from that wild flower anyway. Next is AK autism kid. Wednesday she said in a voice straight out of the exorcist, "I HATE YOU" I said in the same voice back, "TOO BAD YOU'RE STUCK WITH ME"
This made AK laugh out loud. I sure do like that kid, but the ignoring she does of me is very trying. Wednesday I told her it was time to go, she ignored me, so I picked her up and stuck her under my arm, I said, "Look at this, I have an A----- under my arm." she thought that was uproariously funny too.
Fridays we go to the center for an hour. I dislike (HATE) the center, it's total chaos, kids running screaming pitching fits, crowded, no place to sit down and do our goals. Plus there is the added terror of running into the smug bitch. I would skip it all together and do our goals at the library, but they are still on Glena watch.
Wednesday, AK and I were at Freddies playing with a jack-in-the-box. She had her face very close, and I was standing right behind her. I said, "watch your nose." and at that moment my trainer was standing behind me talking to me. GAWD I hate being spied on, its freaking rude. It's like they are trying to catch me doing something wrong, and I am very tired of it. Lucky for me, I was where I was supposed to be when I was supposed to be. BUT... they can bite my rosy behind. I am sick to death of them, when they have other employees they really should be watching, they follow me. I think they should call and let me know they are coming instead of the sneaking thing. I want to quit. JERKS!
They pay me very little for all the crap I have to put up with.
I had a cancellation yesterday, so Fb called me and gave me a substitute position. It was in Caldwell. My GPS did the oddest thing, it kept directing me back to Boise and telling me it was west. It has never done this before, and it kept taking me to an address and saying I had arrived, but it wasn't the same street or anything. Janelle said hers tried to kill her the other day, insisting she turn into the lake, over and over it re-directed her to turn into the lake. Interesting.
I rely on that stupid GPS, that even though I knew it was taking me the wrong way, I kept giving it the benefit of the doubt, hoping it was taking some odd round about short cut. It wasn't. The fool thing is probably evil, and was laughing its little electronic ass off.
I finally made it to Caldwell, and picked up the three year old boy I had never met before. I did not take him to the center. When I am substituting, I hate taking someone there that I do not know, under the watchful eye of fearless leader and smug bitch. The little guy was so sweet, and so well behaved for me, that I broke a rule and bought him a match box truck (1 dollar) his little face lit up, he said, "For me? Mine?" I said yes, that one is yours. AND I am not sorry either, neener neeener neener.

OMG Chicken!

Today I am making my modified version of Sis in law's Chicken.
Chicken breasts soaked in buttermilk, then coated with bread crumbs,Parmesan cheese, herbs and baked at 350 for an hour.
The first time I served it Daine said, OMG! chicken, so I have called it that ever since.
I have fresh green beans and romaine salad. I am eating it no matter what my stupid stomach says.
It's weird, I can eat chicken, but salad bothers me now.
Well I am off to figure out what I want to do with the tofu.

HA! Fireflys is stuck in my head

It is whimsical, sad, and sweet.
$100.00 appeared in my checking account!! oh YAY!
No more beans for us.
Yesterday, I had three chicken patties in the freezer, I was planning on making a meal for Daine and me. I got home and he had eaten all three of them. After the first initial disappointment, I told him it isn't that you ate them, it's that you ate all of them, you ate my dinner too. He was nearly in tears, that isn't my goal to make him cry, my goal is to make him think.
Sigh.. he is still such a child, I love him so fiercly. How can I teach him when my heart is so tender toward him. I have not given him survival skills, I have sheltered and spoiled him.
Ahh well, I am buying two bags of frozen chicken patties. If only he would serve them with a bun, they would fill his empty belly better.

I either have money or I have time, but never both 23554

Bleah!! cat hair all over the keyboard. James! and he is eating my plants again. Why do I put up with him? Easy; he is James, such a lovely warm sweet cat. Fat sassy, he hauls socks out of the bedroom and yowls loudly, then drops them in the living room, I am not sure what this ritual is about, he does it everyday.
The sun is out, my paperwork is done, I don't have stomach cancer, I am getting more hours at work, the bills are paid. I have 5.20 in my checking account. Things are tight, we are eating turky soup for three days straight, but it's enough.
Today, more creative things to do with black beans. Poor Daine, he will be an outcast before too long.
DID I mention he is now taller then his sisters?! he was 4 foot 8 a year ago, now he is about five foot four. Getting taller and thinner and more muscular. Transitioning into teenager. He is very beatiful.
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