Yesterday at work the director, Miss Paula, told me to go to the toddler room at 12:30 because Miss Julia could only be over-ratio for 1.5 hours at naptime and she wanted the half hour I had to be there at the beginning of naptime and not the end. Okay, cool. We finished lunch, I got all my kids' hands washed and they went potty, and then at 12:30 I went down to the toddler room.
There were only seven kids, and the toddler ratio is 1:7. Uh..alright, cool. They hadn't gone potty yet so I stayed in the room while Miss Julia took them to the bathroom.
She had the last two in the bathroom changing poopy diapers on the changing tables when Miss Paula came into the room and looked at me. I was standing, watching the kids.
She started talking about how she had told me the wrong time, and that the kids needed to be on their cots at 12:30 and they should have been to the bathroom by now. I just looked at her.
"I'm talking about the conversation where I went into the room and told you, 'no, I was wrong about the time, you need to go at 12 instead of 12:30.'"
I said, "The last I heard, I was to come down here at 12:30."
She looked flustered and just walked off.
Sorry I'm not psychic, boss.
Just to make sure, I asked Miss Carolyn and she said that Paula never came into our room and told me to go at noon.
Crazy ridiculous.
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