The Good, The Bad, and The Underpaid

MONDAY- SAME OLD SAME-O
- Adrien's mother, Taffy Insert Giggle Here, annonced that Adrien will have a behaviorist coming to school with him for a few days because his speech therapist was concerned about "his frustration level". I'd be concerned about the tip-toe walking, freakish reactions to anything that falls down/blows by, and his glassy-eyed autisitic stare as well, but I guess that's just me...
- Thrown over the wall today: Arfer's right shoe, Travis's smock, Georgia's apple.

TUESDAY- I ACTUALLY GET PAID FOR THIS
What you don't hear at most jobs, but I heard-or said- here:
- "Is that a poop laying there or a Milk Dud ?"
- "Get your bus out of the tree."
- "Banjo, not at school- play with that at home."
- "If you kick me again, I don't care WHAT the law says- you're gonna die !"
- "She looks like evil on two legs." (Kary's son, after meeting Bailies for the first time)
- "I'll stay with the alleged perpetrators."
- "Who's diaper does he have on his head ?"

WEDNESDAY- GOOD EATIN'
- Minerva swallowed a rock that got stuck on the way down, Trina swallowed a bug that got
caught in her gum, and Scabbie swallowed some sunblock that she was industriously spraying into her own eyes.

THURSDAY- KICKIN' BACK
- I was laid-up at home with back pain; old injuries that haven't bothered me for years. I was uncharacteristically annoyed to be at home, especially on the check that is supposed to cover my rent. I used my unexpected free time to consume massive amounts of carbohydrates, resent a former co-worker who's complaining about me, and dick around online while my back spasmed in protest at having to maintain an upright position.

FRIDAY-I KNOW SHE'S NOT TRIPPIN'...
- It took me 3 minutes to crabwalk 2 feet to the phone and call Penny this morning. Upon hearing that I hadn't instantly recovered from 2 old/1 brand spankin' new back injuries, Penny proceeded to apply guilt: "Well, the problem is, Waffle called out because of a migraine." Waffle and I covered 4 absences earlier in the week (not to mention at least 2 every other week), so I was unmoved by Penny's plight. I haven't even been able to change my own socks, let alone Banjo's, but apparently I'm supposed to hobble in for another day of lifting, bending, crawling, crouching, stooping, and standing around looking like I actually know what I'm doing. I suppose it beats leaning against a wall trying to type on the keyboard as it slips down my leg and dropping the mouse approximately 8 times a minute...