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?