moodymama's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Squashed. Apparently, that punk was harrassing other females in that same class and has a more serious anger-management problem than anyone had originally thought. He was moved to another classroom, he apologized to the girls, has to meet weekly with his counselor to address his anger issues, and still faces suspension pending future behavioral issues. His mother was appalled and did not object to any of the disciplinary actions. I was glad that she didn't get upset. In fact, she was such a humble and pleasant woman that it was hard to imagine that she'd produced such a child. She did let us know that the boy's father had abandoned the family recently, leaving her to raise three boys on her own while he was out cavorting with a new, young lover. How sad. I felt kind of sorry for her and although it made me less angry with the boy, it was hard to wipe out the image of my daughter crying througout the night. I was browsing the state jobs website again and noticed that a new position opened up. It's not much different from the original position that I'd applied for, but the pay is less. The first position was for Human Services Specialist III, which prefers that you have a bachelor's degree. The second one that I found today (Human Services Specialist II) says that you must have a high school diploma and experience, but having an associate's degree means that they'll do without the other requirements. The first one deals with Medicaid clients while the second one deals with Food Stamp and AFDC recipients. Anyway, with the second one which I am technically overqualified for, it's a three thousand dollar a year pay cut. I guess I could always ask for the same pay that I make at **DC, right? Is that considered nervy if you ask for a certain salary up front? The first one...when they say that they prefer a bachelor's degree, are they really saying that they WANT you to have one and won't give you a chance otherwise? I don't know. I applied anyway, because I really don't want to take a cut in pay. On Monday, I'm going back to apply for the second position. In other news...I can't shake the funk today. Not sure what's going on with me, but I'm feeling very blah. I hope that it lifts very soon so that my four days off are not wasted by mood swings. 10:47 p.m. - Monday, Dec. 9, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- More war. The teacher wants me to come back this afternoon when the other parent (of that boy) is there. Let's all get out our praying beads and hope that the other parent is rational. Because if she says anything remotely close to "boys will be boys" or something of that nature, I will go the fuck off. I want her child to apologize to mine, and I want to hear her say that she will make an effort to teach her bastard son not to disrespect females like that ever again. If I don't hear those words or something close to it, it will be war. WAR, I tell you! I mean, that little prick had better get suspended or something. My daughter had witnesses too. No one talks to MY child like that. Not while I'm still breathing. I called Mr. and he's glad that the meeting is after school so he can go too. He is just LIVID. Our child could not sleep last night and she was up crying for half of the night. You cannot do that. Not to our children. It's just not happening. I realize that you cannot be there to protect your children all of the time, and that sometimes, they'll have to experience situations for themselves in order to grow and learn. That's a great concept when we're talking about, say, someone calling her stupid or fat. But when you tell my twelve year old daughter to "suck my big, fat, black dick you yellow bitch" and say that "you're asking to be raped when you wear those jeans"...NO. Not happening. Because now she is doing that thing of blaming herself for what this fucknut said to her and she doesn't want to go to that class anymore. A class that she used to enjoy! I'm getting worked up again so I'm off to meet my friend at the state office to fill out applications and then we're off to do some shopping. Maybe some girl time will calm me down before I have to handle that shit later. 5:46 p.m. - Monday, Dec. 9, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fired up. I wrote up so many people yesterday that I ran out of time and had to stay over. Bastards. Popped my can for the first time, which really made me nervous. Had this idiot get all up in my face and proceed to try and have a screaming match with me. If I can smell what you had for breakfast, then you are standing entirely too close to me. Anyway, he backed off and I had him sent to lock-up for disrepecting an officer, use of profane language, and refusing to obey direct orders. Whichever charge keeps his ass locked up the longest is fine with me. I'm going down to the state office today to put in that application. First, I have to go to my daughter's school and address this matter of sexual harrassment that's going on in one of her classes. My child could not sleep last night. Her teacher made her write out verbatim what some little asshole said to her, and today, I'm going to see what she's going to do about it. Because my child will not be traumatized like this in what is supposed to be a safe environment that's conducive to learning. Not on my motherhood watch, goddamnit. I'm boiling after typing that out. It's time to take my children to school. 8:45 p.m. - Monday, Dec. 9, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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