can you see the bottle? I can see about half of it...
I am so sick of my job. Same thing every day.... every week... month after month... I am in the same place I was four years ago. I thought if I invested time and energy into my work, take classes, maybe I could be director someday. Thousands of dollars, hundreds of essays, millions of words in text assignments, and I am left looking for help wanted ads in the classifieds. They really screwed me over. After I got married I couldn't be on my parents insurance anymore, so I let my work know I needed the paperwork for their health insurance. No big deal... or so I thought... The preschool I work at is part of a church, the church board makes all the decisions about the preschool and preschool staff. So after I told them I need insurance they had a meeting and decided that the preschool staff isn't eligible for any benefits. Even though I work full time. It makes me so mad! When I started working their four years ago I was given a 'personal handbook' In that handbook it said that all full time employees may receive benefits if they so choice, which included medical insurance... My aunt, who director (she had to quite because of all the drama... it wasn't worth the headache the church people gave her everyday) went to the church board (when she was still working) and told them that this is crap... she fought so hard... and one of the board members said... (and I quote) "The whole issue is petty"... that floored me!!! My health is not petty! grrr.... Since the director left their has been very low staff moral. I've heard the pastor and the administrator talk about giving the assistant director a raise. She makes more than all of us, and I haven't gotten a raise in years, and I make less then the kids next door at burger king (I went to school to have this job too!) I also heard them talk about making preschool staff "get involved in a children's church ministry" I have my own church I go to. AND I tried to "get involved" before, I tried to put together a youth group. I got zero support from the church... they pushed me out... I WILL NOT try and "help out" First Baptist AGAIN! Besides... the church administrator told me... "Girls can not lead in the church..." thats crap! I thought that things couldn't get this bad in a "church" environment...
I guess I was wrong...
Barf... gag... anyways....
I am still not unpacked yet. We moved... uh... two weeks ago... I think... I love our new apartment... er... townhouse... Its perfect!!! We got a new couch and matching loveseat and chair thingy. It makes me feel so grownup, being able to say "my husband and I bought 'new' furniture." I am kinda getting used to this "being grown up" thing. Not as scary as I thought...
Do you think Mitch chose the nurses uniform or the cheerleader outfit?
