Certifiable

Every year, I need training hours to keep my certification current. Classes can be obtained from various sources, some are available online (my preference) and others can be found at various locations around the area.

In June, the same weekend that Lyssa left on her vacation, the company I was working for had their summer training. Much of what they covered counted toward the required hours for the year.

I emailed Fluffy just before training and said, "Since I'm having surgery and not working this summer, is there any point in my attending training?"

She really wanted me to be there. "

Susan,

I was really hoping for some of the expertise you bring to the table to be a part of training.   I would love to see you attend training all day  and add to the collaboration that will be happening in the planned program. "
There was a whole series of emails, Fluffy Jr. got in on the act, too. Fluffy assigned me to present portions of training, actually. I spent the last day Lyssa was home at their stupid training instead of with my daughter.

The big fish got up at the training and made a speech about how proud he was of our district. How we're making money for the company (not that any of us were worth paying, of course) and how wonderful we are because we 'always do what's best for children'.

It was all I could do to remain in my seat and not cough out 'bullshit' or some other phrase while he was speaking. Of course his speech happened not too long after the big mess with Twatwaffle, her abusive behavior toward children and Fluffy's bizarre need to support her good friend and help her continue abusing children.

Oregon has a system in place to monitor your yearly training. Time served hours spent in training are uploaded to your file in a central location, accessible by you, company managers and licensing people. It's generally a waste of time, all that training, but it's a necessary hoop to jump through.

The facility where I currently work is up for license renewal in December. I'm working now to get all my trainings listed so that licensing is an easy task. It really is a pain in the ass, and the more ducks I can get in a row before that, the easier it will be.

I sat down this afternoon and accessed my file with the state to see what it said.

Fluffy hasn't bothered to list any of the trainings I did while still employed there.

Fucking cow.

So I sent her a brief email requesting that she take care of that. Sent it BCC to the big fish, too. I learned that she had altered a couple emails from a former co-worker last year, and I don't trust her. So the last bits of correspondence I have sent to her, including my resignation, were sent BCC to the fish.

Just when I can't imagine her being more unprofessional, she surprises me.
Asshole.

In other news, I added the licensing visit (for my old school) to my email earlier in the summer when I was notified. It popped up in my email this week.

I left a lot of things at the school, including things I purchased to keep our license compliant that first year when my regular manager was on maternity leave and Caustic was filling in for her. I bought a thermometer and probe covers, a blanket to put into a bag in case a child became ill, a new flashlight... several items that are required to pass licensing. I knew that if I took them with me when I left, Fluffy would accuse me of stealing them, so I left them there.

It pisses me off all over again when I think about everything I did to build that program. The personal expenses I incurred. They practically threaten to cut off your hands when you do that, by the way... but will they fork over the forty bucks for a class pack of markers? Fuck no. And I'm sure you won't be surprised to learn that they didn't even attempt to give me partial compensation for the more than 300 books I left for my program.

I say it again. Assholes.