A Mandatory staff meeting

So I had come to a boiling point. It is never a good idea when this happens. Not for the staff here at my hive, nor for me.

Saturday after we got back from our trip to the damn zoo, I get some work done around here and then I have to pee really bad. I head to the restroom, pull my drawers down, then I notice sprinkles of what appear to be someone else's body fluids on my seat. I call my son in, tell him to clean it, then he would be writing 100 sentences.

" I will not pee on the toilet seat"

100 times. He whined and cried and said this to me in a fit of rage

"can we please make a peace treaty? Can we just agree to get along?"

I told him to consider the sentences he was writing as our peace treaty and that him writing that was our agreement that he would never piss on the toilet seat again.

After he was done, which took him about 3 hours......I had him bring me his notebook so I could make sure there was 100 .On the second page the lad drifted off from our original sentence agreement this is what he wrote.

"I will not be bossed around by my mom"

Oh hell no you just didn't write that.

I wont go into any detail about what happen after that...

So I have laid down some house rules. Along with bathroom rules. If they are broken they will be moving out.

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While I was at work Sunday night a man who we are boarding grabbed TP off my medcart when I was passing meds. I told him, and I quote

" you ever grab shit off this cart again and that will be the last thing you grab for..Got it."

he then asked me if I was always a bitch. I told him yes. He then said he remembers me working at the prison he use to live at. I told him have he has a shoddy memory .

He then told me he had been in prison for 16 years and he never forgets a face. I then told him that 16 years in prison was very impressive. He then told me to go f-myself and that I was a total bitch.

So I did.

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as I was watching the season premiere of Oprah Monday, I was very pissed off. How arrogant is this woman that she thinks we want to watch video of her and her lady lover on a road trip? Over half of working Americans can not afford to take family vacations, and here she is bitching and complaining about the price of gas and how she doesn't even remember how to pump gas. Who the hell cares? Why does she think we care? Why does she think we want to see her and her lady lover fighting over the radio, fighting about directions or fighting about driving . That is the sign of a woman who is has got the ego of a superhuman asswipe. I use to love Oprah. I dated her in a dream once, and we had good times. But I will be dammed if we want to watch her on a road trip. Who the Sam bloody hell cares?

And how can a billionaire complain about the price of gas..She should talk to Mr Shaky who drives an hour and 15 minutes ONE WAY to work everyday..Cost us over 100 bucks a week in gas.....

I just must be in a pissy mood. I hate Oprah now.

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Later today I take Blondie Bee for her dental extraction. She gets two more baby teeth pulled.Poor lassie has no room for adult teeth. I say that's fine, that's less teeth I have to worry about her brushing....But whatever.

then I work 3 12 hour shifts in a row starting Wed. I am wondering why I thought getting a job was a good idea. I now see I am way to delicate for such features. Being told to f-myself is not only the making of a great day, but gives you that warm fuzzy feeling. Like when grandma use to make you oatmeal.

Good times.

Bee Real