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...so that I don't slap my daughter's preschool 'teacher':

So I'm at work for about an hour this morning and I get a call from one of the assistants at Hannah's preschool to let me know that Hannah had a little accident (it happens, no biggie) and that they discovered that she didn't have any extra underpants in her spare clothing bin. Ok, I must have forgotten to check it on Friday...I was going on a trip and picked her up early and it was an irregular day. So I ask if she has sweatpants or something to put on for the rest of the day and suggest that I'll bring some in tomorrow. I am then lectured for 30-45 seconds on the importance of checking her clothing bin to ensure that she has appropriate attire. Ok, I say, I usually do, it was just an odd day on Friday...then I ask if it's really important that she has underwear for today because if so, I'll go home and get her some but it's going to be about an hour before I can get there with them. "Well I'm not sure, let me ask the head teacher." She comes back a few seconds later and tells me in a huff that the teacher says that she can go without underwear if that's "REALLY" what I want, but that again, it's very important for me to check her bin because she doesn't have ANY UNDERWEAR. Yeah, got it, thanks. I feel like a miserable failure, what do you want me to say? I'm a rotten mother, thanks for letting me know, I'm sure my kid is going to die of *** exposure to her sweatpants for going a few hours without a ultrathin layer of princess-decorated cotton.

The thing is, she just started at this preschool for the older group(3.5-5 year olds) last month and it's part of the same "complex" as her old preschool for younger kids. At the other preschool, if the teachers took something out of the bin and it was the last of an item, they just left you a note and it was no big deal and you brought the stuff in and didn't have to keep inventory every day. Additionally, I don't even MIND checking daily to see if there's anything I need to bring in...it's just the immediate phone call the one day I forget and then a lecture as though I'm a serial-incompetent that's been causing them MONTHS of trouble and really need it hammered in that THIS is how they do it there. Jesus, I hope these whores never have any real problems.

Nexa

I can think of a few nasty words to say to her and the supervisor, but know they wouldn't come to me until after I hung up on them.

Write a formal complaint on how rude she was to you and hopefully they won't round file it, so at her next several reviews it comes up against her work performance.

You were projecting weakness. It's important you treat the employees of any establishment you patronise like dirt so they don't get ideas above their station. Alter natively, a good whipping does the job.

Alternatively, Smash can solve your issues in a few minutes with little more than a heavy instrument.

More seriously, they don't treat the kids like **** as they (apparently) do the parents, do they?

If that was a concern, Hannah wouldn't be there.

Nexa

Hold them down and pee on them to see how many changes of clothes they have. Be sure to soak their underwear.

Joph always has the right answer.

You handled that much better then I would have. I can't stand when people talk down to me especially about my child care skills. The ***** probably don’t even have any children herself. Most of those assistants are kids fresh out of high school who took a few child care classes and baby sat some kids down the street once a week.

I would defiantly be saying something to the director like you said. If all else fails go with this:




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Edited, Feb 16th 2009 12:18pm by toohotforu

Stoop down low and punch that ***** in the face!

Actually, no. Give her a wedgie over her head and tell her this is how you really wear underwear....

I'd have said "oh, that's right, I'm sorry. Hannah had mentioned that she was afraid to put extra clothes there because she saw you picking them up and inhaling deeply with them over your face. I'd meant to mention it to your superior, but I'd been busy. It's been a hectic week, thanks for the reminder. Take care now, bye."

You could have brought them in for Valentine's day.

Edited, Feb 16th 2009 3:33pm by Timelordwho

I briefly considered planting lingerie or men's boxers in her spare clothes bin, then acting horrified when they mentioned it "but...but...I'm a SINGLE MOTHER!! I don't know where those came from!!" It made me feel better to fantasize about it.


Well, to be honest, I would have actually said "you're really bothering me at work for this? REALLY? Listen, going forward, please understand that while I love Hannah, I expect your in loco parents responsibilities, while limited, to extend to a variety of situations where Hannah isn't bleeding, on fire, unconscious, or harming other children or the staff, including this one. The fact that you happen to have my work contact information is really reserved for those sorts of situations, not for you to engage in some sort of quasi authoritarian scolding of my parenting skills. You work for me. Do you understand? Stop speaking, I asked you a question. Answer yes or no. Do you understand the words I've spoken. Good. Now, go back your pathetic existence where the lack of child's underclothing somehow apparently qualifies as a sort of identity shaking crises and let me return to earning the money that allows you to purchase Dr. Phil books and crystal necklaces with the Lord's Prayer inscribed within. If you ever, and I mean ever, contact me while I'm working over something that I am powerless to help with and that you can solve on your own with virtually no effort I will make it my mission in life to tirelessly work to see that you not only never work with children again, but that you find suicide the only viable option to an existence plagued at every turn by hardship and misery. Take care now."

This is probably why I shouldn't be listed as an emergency contace for anyone.

True. I guess I have some contact list options to change, hahahhaha.

Nexa