Tuesday, January 11, 2005

And You Wonder Why I'm mad

Today has already got off to a wonderful start. I was supposed to slice up potatos last night so that we could have them for breakfast this morning but
i wasn't feeling so great so I went to bed and I said I wouldn't do them now. Now was the key word in that sentence, which, apparently someone didn't hear.
So I get up super early in order to make those potatos this morning and not five seconds before I walk into the kitchen, Miss Hendercrow throws them all
in the garbage. Fine, whatever, this is life. I'm just annoyed slightly, obviously. Anyways, going on, I end up making myself a fried egg and putting it
on an English muffin with some cheddar cheese and some ketsup and I drink some juice. Now, I don't know if this is some sort of stupid passtime that Miss
Hendercrow has or what, but she always has to make it her business to look up on this stupid chart she has to see how long it would take you to walk off
whatever food. A tsp. of sugar takes ten minutes to walk off. Do I care? No! So what if I drank a second glass of juice? I was thirsty sue me. Fine so
maybe I should have drank water but I wanted juice and this is supposed to be an "independent living program". With this woman in charge, the words independent
living seem to be extremely foreign. So no, I'm not a happy Barb. In fact, I'm a rather anoyed angry Barb. Oh well, not like that makes a big difference
from every second morning here since she's here. My God what is it with some people? She's the same woman that tells Whitney Burke when to shower. She's
eighteen years old,I'm pretty sure that she's quite aware of when she wants a shower and I'm pretty sure she prefers to have her showers in the morning.
Does this not make sense? We're not in Intermediate Residence anymore, so treat us like adults, please. Is that too much to ask?


Blogger Carin said...

Oh my god. How long it takes to walk off? Isn't she, well, large? Maybe I'm wrong, butI remember her seeming large. Hello Miss Kettle, I'm Miss Pot. You're black. Arg what a witch.

2:56 PM  
Blogger Steve said...

Wow, I don't know if she's gone nuts or what, but she was always pretty nice to me back in the day. Not trying to rub anything in or nothing, I'm just sayin' is all. Hopefully things get better for you.

3:56 PM  
Blogger Carin said...

Shut up Steve. Just kidding. She was always a witch to me. Her idea of talking to you and stopping you to do it was to put her hands in your hair. When I first met her, I thought she was checking me for lice! I thought, what kind of an institution have I entered into? One time she offered to help someone with a project. Her idea of help was to repeatedly say, "What do you think?" all the while sipping coffee and gossipping. Even if it was to spell a word. Scary woman that Hendercrow.

5:45 PM  
Blogger Steve said...

Why does it always seem that people are weird to everybody but me? I can think of a couple of people right off the top of my head, her included that I can say that about. She was always way cool with me. When she worked in the house I lived in we'd always have these long talks about stuff, more like friends than like staff student, and she never busted my balls when it came to getting things done, what I ate, what I didn't eat, or what time I got home even if it was late. Don't ask me why, that's just the way it always was.

But I will admit that she kind of scared me a little bit back when I was a little kid when she worked in the residence I was in. She always came off as one of the less nice people, the kind that you didn't want to get angry so I was really pleasantly surprised years later when I was in the independent house and she was all cool with me and stuff.

7:14 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Have you ever been in "Intermediate Residence"?

11:59 PM  
Blogger Steve said...

Actually I knew her when I was eve younger than that. That's when she used to freak me out.

2:26 PM  

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