Hey all...

Jeeze-oh-pete...I do believe that I must work with some of the biggest babies in the entire freak'n world!  In all of my travels around this big old world, I do not believe that I have been around as many candy arses anywhere else.  Grown men and women that will gripe and complain about the simplest of issues as if it were a matter of life and death and if you do not give your undivided attention...Lord have mercy.  Of course we have those who put in their eight hours and do nothing but work their tales off  without so much as a whimper, but those on the other side of the coin do more than enough to make up for it.  I have had to deal with one fella this past week on a daily basis...either his equipment is running too loud, or too slow, or too fast, or the equipment's light that is to his back is too bright, or he has to reach too far because it might cause his butt to loose contact with the stool he is sitting in.  Waaa-wa-waaaaa!!!  Not one day...not two days...but four days in a row there was something wrong and it just couldn't be fixed to his satisfaction.  Not that it was not fixed the first time, or the second, but he just wanted to complain about something...anything...everything.

Ah, just one of the fine examples of the day care center that I work at.  

Some days it just seems that it would have been better to just stay in bed.