It Doesn't Have to Make Sense

I guess. See, the management seemeed to think that since Clare sent Bryan the materials to look over for the roaming kids coordinator position that he had somehow taken it, despite not having been trained, or ever actually taking the position. So apparently the last three weeks that he's been out at my branch on Fridays they've thought he was doing kids admin work. Which of course, he wasn't. This is all work that I've been doing, and have been for months.

Anyway, he had a prep period today to do work on such matters, and called Leigh to ask what he was supposed to do. This is when it was discovered that he in fact had no idea what he was supposed to be doing and asked to defer the responsibility to me, which I gladly took. Apparently they are going to make me kids coordinator in the future, but they haven't gotten around to it yet. No matter I guess, I still do all the work anyway.

So today was kind of a breeze, I guess. Except for my little hellions of a junior class, which I had just essentially lost interest in trying to keep under control. I complained to the staff, and I told them if it keeps up I'm just not going to teach them. I don't as it is, really. I just watch them run around the room and do their own thing. Oh well. I don't really have a problem making an example out of someone, I just need to know if it's within my bounds to just tell someone straight up to leave class.

Oh, and I need to send money home. And I'm going to be broke again this month, I can feel it. I turned Greg down for the concert we were supposed to go to tonight in favor of doing what's right and not spending every penny I have, and not pulling an all nighter when I have 5 kids classes the next day.

Kids are great, don't get me wrong, they're just not the kind of thing I want to have to do when I am dead tired, which I would have been. Actually, I have to qualify that. There are times when being not entirely with it makes kids classes a breeze, because then you're not really paying attention to how big of shits they're being and it doesn't weigh on you much. Anyway, the point is that my cat is a little shithead and so are my kinds. At least my kids don't stay the night in my room and mess my shit up.