i've been having serious sleeping problems all week; i'm so tired i'm ready to curl up on one of the kids' cots when i get to work today. i was up an hour earlier than i needed to be yet again today, even for having to take Youngest Nephew to school. probably a whopping case of nerves.
because today is the day that i have decided to tell my supervising people about Coworker the Potential Lush being a Potential Lush. why now, after four months? she never showed up for work yesterday. at 11:45 she called me and said she had to drop her son off at the doctor and she would be about twenty minutes late. no problem; we got the kids their lunch and put out their cots. then we proceeded to chase, bribe, threaten, and wrestle (most of) them onto their cots (it was a bad day to be a preschool teacher). at one o'clock we were getting slightly concerned. at 1:30 we had to call BossLady and tell her that C.P.L. hadn't showed up for work; i was scheduled to go on my break, and we were supposed to help another room with their planning time. long story short, i gave them a half hour of my break, and C.P.L. still hadn't come.
when i came back from my break, i was informed that BossLady had called C.P.L. at home and she was there. claiming a sore throat. BossLady told her to get her butt in in 20 minutes. no show. called again, and this time the excuse was her car wouldn't start. in the end, i got a substitute for a couple hours, and made the rest of the evening on my own.
so here's my case for Coworker the Potential Lush moving into the status of Coworker the Confirmed Lush:
*Mysterious injuries--like falling down the stairs late one night, random facial scratches, etc.
*irregular attendance--at one point she was calling out nearly every monday.
*bloodshot eyes. they've progressed from roadmaps to great balls of fire.
*no one has that much car trouble.
*stories that don't match up.
*smells like liquor--i have to hold my breath when i'm talking to her.
*she always has a bottle of soda. ok, so do i. but hers is the wrong color.
*and she's worse on our closing week than she is on our opening week. she gets louder and louder as the evening progresses, and makes less and less sense.
you know, when i write this all out, it doesn't seem like i'm just overly suspicious anymore. it looks real. and i think i have an obligation to the kids that i really care about. and you know, i'm really sick of being the enabler.
wish me luck. -beatpoetgrrl
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