Substituting is a terrible, terrible job. Well, of course I'm being overdramatic. I've only substituted about three times, but I have learned that kids can be monsters. Although, there are definitely some really great, really sweet kids. If only I could substitute only for the seet kids... It's a paycheck though. That'll be nice. The monsters have given me even more motivation to find a job - not that I needed much more.
Otherwise, things are going alright. The brakes are out in my car, which means I'm driving my mom's car. I really dislike Saturns... the steering wheel is stiff, the dashboard and wind shield awkwardly sized and oriented, and the placement of the window buttons poor. For some reason the designs put all of the window controls on the middle console, rather than on the door. What the heck is that about? In every other car the window controls are on the door.
I am starting to get a little frustrated with my mom... I know she's hurt and all, but I thought that once I started working she'd at least step up and do some of the cooking or pitch in a little more around the house. I was mistaken. Oh well... At least it's almost the weekend. I don't have work tomorrow either - I have to take my mom to the doctors and then my grandma to her doctor. FUN!! Almost makes me wish I had a sub job tomorrow. :)
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