This video is frightening and heart-wrenching. It is not for everyone. If you are even slightly disturbed by disaster footage DO NOT WATCH THIS.
This video is frightening and heart-wrenching. It is not for everyone. If you are even slightly disturbed by disaster footage DO NOT WATCH THIS.
Many of the teachers were heroes during the Moore tornado. Trenda Purcell and her teacher's aide created a music came to help calm the children calm their nerves as the storm approached. You can feel the woman's passion, strength, and bravery.
Jancie Brim directed her kids into a closet and bathrooms, most definitely saving all of their lives. Our thoughts and prayers are with everyone in Moore, Okalahoma.
One of my greatest peeves is people getting my name wrong. Now make no mistake, almost EVERYONE who meets me for the first time mispronounces it. This I can handle: I usually just politely correct them, and everything is hunky dory. But when you keep mispronouncing it, either because you're an asshole or just plain lazy, I start handling it a lot less politely.
In Junior High (aka Middle School, aka grades 6 through 8) I had a science teacher who kept poking at this peeve with a stick... and I swear it was deliberate.
In the class, there was me, and then there was a boy named Eli. Our names can understandably get jumbled, (ee-lie, and eye-lee-ah) so the smart thing to do is to go by last name, or put us in different parts of the classroom and remind yourself that Eli is a boy's name. So what does my teacher do? He seats us next to each other (desks were grouped in pairs) smack dab in the middle of the class.
For half a semester, he called Eli by his last name, and called me Eli instead. Numerous corrections were made. They rolled away like water off a duck's back. Finally, I got sick of correcting him and decided to make my stance clear.
Eli went up to the board and showed that he knew what he was talking about for the lesson.
Several other students were called. Then...
I ignored him, silently reviewing my notes.
Teacher: Eli, you're up.
Me: Eli already went Mr Teacher.
Teacher: I'm talking to you.
Me: No, you're talking to Eli. My name is Ilia, and has been for all of my life.
Teacher: Well it's your turn.
Me: Then call me by my name.
Teacher: *Silence. Looks at roll sheet.* Miss [My last name].
Me: And there we go.
I demonstrated that I knew what the class was about, and then sat down. From then till the end of school with him, he called me by my last name, which I had no problem with.
I can get that you have new students every year. It may seem like too much effort to know a student well. But to call a student by the wrong name, and then try to demand that they answer to it for YOUR convenience is disrespectful and demeaning to the student.
May all your customers be nice,
The first one I merely witnessed, it´s from over the counter, but so, so sweet!
I went to the recreation park where I used to work, and stood in line for admission. While I didn´t have to pay, teeheehee, due to having worked there, I still had to show my employee´s card.
And then I heard loud talking on the cashier window:
Cashier: No, really, I can´t! It´s not right!
Older woman: Have it, child, buy yourself a treat!
Cashier: But I have never got tipped, and it´s much more than the ticket!
Woman: Yeah, well, I got promoted and thought about how to give something back. And you are always so nice. Since I figured that you don´t get tips, I think you should have.
Cashier: No, I...
Woman: Well, I have to go enjoy myself, bye-bye! *grabs her ticket from the counter and runs away giggling*
The cashier just sat there for a moment in awe, then pocketed the 20 Euros (tickets are just 7 or 8 Euros!) and continued selling, a smile on her face.
Since I have worked there, I know that tipping is not against the policy, in fact it never occurs, so there is no policy on it. The salary was ok, but not really Hard Ice Girl, so I guess that these 20 Euros made her day!
The other story got triggered by a post on RHU about people touching slaves´ hair.
This instantly made my blood boil and I have to get a story about it off my chest, which turned me into Hard Ice Girl.
I have very long, dark hair, it reaches my butt. I always wear it open.
Well, people really like looking at it and touching it, and with friends, I often feel like a my-little-pony-doll (I have nerdy friends :P) with all the braiding and combing and... And since I am not really shy, I cannot remember that I ever refused if a stranger asked nicely if he could touch it, because I get that it looks interesting.
BUT! Never ever should someone touch it without permission, simply because I am not a doll! Even at petting zoos, there are signs to approach the animals face-to-face first so they can go away if they do not like to get touched by you, yet some people think it´s ok!
So, one day, I was tutoring when I felt some gentle tugging on my hair, and as I turn around, there is a guy, touching it.
Hard Ice Girl: Excuse me?!?
Guy: Oh, your hair is so beautiful, and it is soft, too.
Hard Ice Girl *ripping my hair out of his hands*: How dare you touch it? I am not a petting zoo animal!
Guy: Oh, excuse me, I did not think you would mind.
Hard Ice Girl *a bit calmer*: Well, ok, just know that I do mind. If you want to touch somebody, you have to ask first.
I turned around again and continued to explain stuff, as this happens time and again, and I get that people can be oblivious and insensitive without even wanting or realizing it. No big deal.
But then, this stupid asshat took the cake!! About 30 seconds later or so (which means that it was a product of a thought rather than a stupid thing that you blurt out and want to rip out your tongue afterward), the guy says in my direction:
"As you wear them open, I thought you wouldn´t mind."
Hard Ice Girl: What?!?
Guy: Well, it is really beautiful, and if you wear them open, you have to know that everyone wants to touch it.
Hard Ice Girl: So, you mean I´m asking for it?!
Guy: Well, no, not like that, but if you wear it that way, you must anticipate what would happen.
At that point, Hard Ice Girl turned into Frozen Concrete Girl, and in order to prevent myself from beating the living crap out of this waste of oxygen and clean water, I just turned on my heel and marched right out, went to the toilet and cried out of burning anger.
When I got a grip on myself, I returned to the student and apologized for leaving mid-sentence. He said he understood and apparently he had told the asshat-guy to leave.
--Soft Ice Girl
Katiedid and Mama Bear get Retail Balls Awards for how they dealt with very scary hellspawn:
Katiedid here, not with a tale for myself, but for my mom, whom I will refer to as Mama Bear.
Mama Bear works as a home daycare provider, so I have plenty of knowledge on hellspawn. I know it's not technically retail, but I have to admire Mama Bear for being able to stay patient all day with five small kids all screaming for her attention and messing up her house.
We get a lot of great kids, we get some kids who are hard to handle but Mama knows how to deal with them. The kid that we got a couple years back was the scariest child I have ever had to meet in my life and I have to nominate my Mama Bear for a Retail Balls award just for putting up with everything this child did over two years and still somehow being able to care about her.
Alright, let's start at the beginning, I'll call this girl Baby Socio, because I am damned sure she was a sociopath.
We got her and basically all hell broke loose. She threw the most incredibly amazingly frightening tantrums I have ever seen in my life. I'm talking screaming, throwing things, throwing punches.
When Mama Bear had to put this girl on time out she couldn't just send her to a corner, because Baby Socio would try to destroy anything she was in contact with, including the wall, so Mama Bear had to put her in a high chair, in the middle of a room.
It got so bad with her in the beginning that Mama Bear stopped going out with the kids to the mall, the market, play dates, everywhere, because this child's temper was so unpredictable, and Mama Bear didn't want her hurting someone.
Strangely enough, for awhile, she got better. Mama Bear worked with her, figured out how to prevent her temper from exploding and tried to teach her that hitting was not okay, that we use our words when we are angry.
For awhile, things were alright, but then... we don't quite know what happened, but she began to spiral downwards again. She became weirdly possessive of Mama Bear and got angry if another child had her attention.
She started having her frequent blow-ups, even going so far as to casually strike out at the younger kids, a couple of 1 and a half year old boys, if they got to close to her when she was getting mad.
Things came to a boiling point one day when we went to the local market for veggies and other local yummies. She had a meltdown while Mama Bear was trying to get her to sit on the toilet and go pee. Mama Bear had to hold her while she had her tantrum, pinning her so she couldn't run away.
Baby Socio screamed 'I'm gonna pee on you!' a couple times while the rest of us waited for her to calm down.
Once at the market everything seemed alright, she was acting good again, but then we went into the mall to have a look around. Baby Socio had to be warned a couple times not to touch things, until Mama Bear finally said that we were leaving and she wasn't getting anymore Timbits for snack, because she was being naughty. Que second meltdown of the day.
This one wound up with Mama Bear having to pick her up and physically carry her out of the mall, screaming and kicking, while I walk the stroller with the little guys in it. I don't know what Mama Bear would have done if I hadn't been there to deal with the stroller, to be quite honest, the possibilities scare me. So we're walking out of the mall while she's screaming 'OW YOU'RE HURTING ME!'
Yup, this kid's clever enough to understand she'll get a response from that, but my Mama Bear didn't care, she needed to get this child home.
We got out to the car, got everybody buckled in, and were just out of the parking lot when Baby Socio unclips herself from the carseat.
Mama Bear has to drive back in and spend five minutes making sure she will not touch her seatbelt again.
I was honestly thinking that if we couldn't get her to listen, I was going to have to go back there and make sure those belts stayed on, and if I did that, I was going to get hurt by this child, I just knew it. Fortunately, the only thing she did was scream some more.
I remember being the most shocked I'd ever been in my life when Mama Bear turned to me, and whispered over the screams, 'I'm done.'
She was going to stop taking care of this child, something I'd never seen her do. But Baby Socio was hurting her, she was hurting the other kids, and Mama Bear didn't need that stress.
So by the end of the week, Baby Socio was gone and Mama Bear was significantly less stressed. I still don't know how she managed to stay sane with Baby Socio for two years.
From Huff Po: Tiffani Webb, a "highly regarded" guidance counselor at a New York City high school, is suing the city Department of Education to get her job back after being fired for racy photos, the New York Post reports.
The 37-year-old counselor at Murry Bergtraum High School for Business Careers says she was fired after 12 years last December -- just before earning tenure -- when photos of her wearing lingerie and bikinis from her previous career as a model resurfaced on the Internet. Webb says the scantily clad images were taken more than 17 years ago, and that she disclosed her former job when first hired by the city as an educator.
"The inappropriate photos were accessible to impressionable adolescents," a chancellor's committee ruled, according to the Post. "That behavior has a potentially adverse influence on her ability to counsel students and be regarded as a role model."
Webb disagrees, citing her positive track record and respect from parents and students. She is fighting to be reinstated and seeks back pay and punitive damages, claiming wrongful termination and sex discrimination. Meanwhile, she has changed her name and has taken a teaching position in New Jersey.
Webb also isn't the only educator to face consequences from a past career. California science teacher Stacie Halas was placed on administrative leave in April for a former career as a porn actress. She appealed the dismissal from her post as a seventh- and eight-grade teacher after students and teachers reported a pornographic film Halas appears in from a career that spanned years before she was hired to teach.
Halas and Webb are among a number of educators caught in the crossfire of a nationwide debate on teachers' rights beyond campus. About 20 percent of teachers are moonlighting in second jobs as their salaries have taken a hit due to massive budget cuts. That figure is up from about 11 percent in 1981.
Educators are increasingly trolling "help wanted" ads and are taking on second jobs as bartenders, waitresses, school bus drivers and the like. And teachers say they do it because they need the money.
This poor woman was at the mercy of fucking little brats. I didn't think hellspawn were capable of this bull shit. Guess I was proven wrong.
There's a fund set up for Karen to send her and her husband on a nice vacation.
Little over $15,500 a year is not fucking enough to deal with these fucking tards.
RHU readers please talk to your crotch fruit about bullying. Share Karen's story with them. Beat it into their heads that what they see in this site's youtube video and read about on the website IS NOT FUCKING COOL. Okay?Below is the blog post and details:
I’m not sure if this has already been brought to everyone’s attention or not, but here is the deal:
Above is a video of a 68-year-old bus monitor named Karen Klein being verbally harassed by a group of middle schoolers on their way home from Athena Middle School in Greece, New York. Throughout the ten minute video, you can hear the kids verbally berate the woman, calling her a bitch, fatass, poor, ugly, and various other words of the like. At one point in the video, you can hear one of the kids yell, “You’re so fuckin poor you fat ass,” in which Karen responds, “I try to live by some of these words, I try and it’s really hard,” referring to the words on her purse. Now, I don’t know about you, but that broke my fucking heart. There’s even a point in the video where one of the kids touches Karen’s arm in an attempt to make fun of her. I’m not sure why these kids would want to bully a senior citizen to tears, but I feel we should do something, or at least try.
She doesn't earn nearly enough ($15,506) to deal with some of the trash she is surrounded by. Lets give her something she will never forget, a vacation of a lifetime!
Link to the school’s website: http://www.greece.k12.ny.us/athena-middle.cfm
Bus number: #784
School’s fax number: (585) 966-4039
Principal of the school’s E-mail address: David.Richardson@greece.k12.ny.us
Staff E-mails & Other Links:
Links to the videos:
Karen’s Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kklein1944
************ UPDATE 11:00 am est 6/21: This is Amanda (tammbg below). I am Karen's daughter and I just joined this campaign. I have spoken with Max and with Indiegogo and we just want to thank you so much for your support. I am at work now so can't put a picture up yet. We are completely overwhelmed with all the support, so thank you. *************
Maheen found a blog post from a husband upset that his wife who worked as a school lunch assitants in Nevada was arrested for giving left over food to seniors. I was only able to find one news story about it (video above and article)
Here is the post one of the women's husband wrote:
"I'm not a happy camper right now. My wife's assistant in the school lunch room, where they've both worked for over 7 years, was arrested yesterday for felony embezzlement. You know why? Because she took leftover unopened food the kids didn't eat and instead of throwing it in the dumpster as they've been directed, she had the audacity to pack it in ice and take it to a local senior center for seniors, living only on social security, to eat. They set her bail at $10k! This is a 60 something loving and caring women!
Here is the news article via 4 News:
RENO, NV (KRNV & mynews4.com) –Two women who work for nutrition services with the Washoe County School District have been arrested, accused of embezzlement. According to the police report, Darla Cates, 49, and Robin Boyer, 59, were taking food from the school cafeteria since December 2011. The chief of police for the Washoe County School District, Mike Mieras, says during the interview process, both suspects admitted they were using the items for personal use.
“They clearly knew what they were doing was wrongdoing and not only were they giving it to family and friends, but they also through self-admission, were using it for personal use as well,” says Mieras.
But according to the family of Darla Cates, the women were giving the food to underprivileged seniors. The family tells News 4 the women do not want to speak on camera due to legal reasons. I told them that the police report claims both Darla and Robin confessed to using the food for personal use. But the family adamantly denies that fact.
The family points to a provision to the Good Samaritan Act which was signed into law in November 2011. It protects school districts from being held liable if food is donated to food banks in good faith. But the head of nutrition services tells me, the Good Samaritan Act does not apply in this case because the majority of the food taken was not expired, so the food could have been given to students in the school district.
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I'm Freddy, Crypt Keeper of Retail Hell Underground RHU -- a place for service slaves to have a voice, tell their story, support each other, or just have a chuckle about the insanity of working in the 10th Circle of Hell! I'm also the author of "Retail Hell," the funny memoir about life as a handbag sales associate at an upscale department store! The sequel, "Return To The Big Fancy," has just been released in hardcover and e-reader and is available wherever books are sold!