I can't remember anything memorable about Monday, yet on Tuesday, I got a pile of more work to do (an online training that I needed to get done by Friday). Grrr...Wednesday and Thursday were days of endless meetings and tutorials since we're being FORCED to tutor. And Friday was a workday for our grade level since we needed to get lesson plans, copies,etc...done for the upcoming six weeks semester. I was very annoyed since I wasn't allowed to make copies for my group. The dementor (yeah, I read too much of Harry Potter but it's the perfect word to use for her since she sucks the happiness and life out of everyone she gets in contact with!) made me go back to the meeting room to be with my group who were doing soooooo much without me. However, when I arrived there (extremely nettled by this point), the main discussion was on the subject of tattoos. Hmmm....tattoos are subject matter of the curriculum?!? I'm missing out on prepping for the upcoming weeks for this nonsense?!? Plus, the dementor had someone complete what I was doing in the workroom. However, that turned out to be chaotic since the copies weren't collated and stapled, instead there were fifty copies of each individual page. Grrr.
It shouldn't bother me, but it did. I hate having someone second guess what we're doing. Had I been on the phone or been doing something I shouldn't have been then I understand that I would have been in the wrong. But I believe that D is just on a power trip.
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