On 12:30 pm today, I was settling down to breakfast (yup, I wake up at noon), and I was chewing my granola yogurt when I suddenly got a call from an unknown number. Turns out it's the manager, I'm apparently needed at 1 and am I coming. I am of course utterly confused to be summoned two hours earlier than schedule with a mouthful of cashew nuts and yogurt, but I still rush to the academy leaving my half-eaten breakfast behind. According to the manager the boss told me to come early for Wednesdays (with the new schedules for March, Wednesday is the rush day) last week, but I swear upon the Queen's holy tears that I have no memory of it nor had I written anything down (and I keep notes to keep track of the kids, I must have written that down if I was told that). And so I worked with half a breakfast and no lunch in me, surviving on gummy worms I keep underneath my desk to give to my darlings. I so deserve a raise (sigh)
Also, it seems things didn't work out with Ms. Rose because there was another new part-timer on her tryout. Which means more work for me, whee :dance2: I do hope they'll find a suitable one soon, with the boss off to do business stuff, if the manager's talking with a parent or something I'm the one who has to deal with everything. And some kids refuse to be placated by candy. And I am actually terrible with kids by nature. And the place is understaffed. Yay.
One last thing, the newly hired Ms. Natasha (who is kinda not that fluent, unfortunately) was talking with a kid, and she asked him to guess what language her name comes from. His answer? "Mexico."
Also, it seems things didn't work out with Ms. Rose because there was another new part-timer on her tryout. Which means more work for me, whee :dance2: I do hope they'll find a suitable one soon, with the boss off to do business stuff, if the manager's talking with a parent or something I'm the one who has to deal with everything. And some kids refuse to be placated by candy. And I am actually terrible with kids by nature. And the place is understaffed. Yay.
One last thing, the newly hired Ms. Natasha (who is kinda not that fluent, unfortunately) was talking with a kid, and she asked him to guess what language her name comes from. His answer? "Mexico."