*gets out Boss voodoo doll and immediately sets it on fire*
What the hell does she think I was trying to do? Was I hanging out by the book barn taking a smoke break? I don't smoke, but that's beside the point. Was I kicking back watching the other teachers work? Nope... I was cleaning frigging tables.
Bitch bitch bitch.
I was talking to Ms. V today... not the Ms. V of previous rants, but a different V. We'll call her Good Ms. V. I told Good Ms. V that this floater thing was for the birds, because no one knows where I'm supposed to be... and/or all TPTB at work want me in a different place. For example, Mr. J and I were told to set up nap mats today, hours before they're supposed to be out. Then the Hellcat, after admonishing me for cleaning tables, puts me to work carrying school supplies up to the 'Treasure Room' (aka Junk Room of Fire Hazard Proportions).
Now I know they can't exactly have Cosco-worthy stacks of paper and paints and whatnot laying around the office, but unlike half the people at this school I am considered a unit-carrying, college-educated qualified teacher. And now I'm the g-ddamn errand girl?
I don't have a problem being the errand girl, really. I have ten days left, nine if they give me the 13th off. It's that bitch's attitude that pisses me off. I mean, "Nice try". I say it again -- WTF??
*buries the voodoo doll's ashes*
If she gets on me for something again tomorrow, I will be so so tempted to just leave. I know it would be bad and unprofessional and... bad, especially since I would like (well, before this week I would have liked) to work here again. But, with the cockiness of the summer-only employee who has ten (or nine) days left, I can say that I don't appreciate being treated this way. I don't care if the Hellcat is the head honcho.
I already miss the days of summer school, when she was just around now and then, not butting in every five minutes telling people what they're doing wrong, smiling that fakey 'just in case a parent is watching I want to look friendly even when I'm bitching' smile of her's.
I guess if I felt forced to bail out early I could come up with a medical reason. Sorry, boss, you're bad for my health.