The school where the FarmHands attend and I work on occasion, is a part of a county wide school district. There's only one other school in the entire district, though. It's a k-12 in the town where Husband works (about 20 minutes south of us). Since I'm subbing for the entire district, I can be called into either school. Tuesday of this week was the first time I've been asked to work at the K-12 building.
I didn't like it.
OK, I guess I should expand on that. I didn't like it Tuesday. Since then, it's been fine.
First of all, every time I've worked at the FarmHands' school I've known the night before that I was going to work. Tuesday I got a call at 6 am asking if I could be there as close to 7 am as possible. Rushed shower, thrown on clothes, super fast/simple make-up, not quite all the way done blow dry, and grab a pop tart as I'm running out the door is not the way I like to start my day. Then I spent the next 7 hours working in an unfamiliar kitchen with unfamiliar people doing an unfamiliar task (they have a salad bar & ala carte bar because of the high school). Top that of with a particular co-worker who was making me 18 kinds of crazy and it was not a good day.
Much to my chagrin, the head cook asked if I could work again Thursday and the Monday and Tuesday of the next week. I reluctantly said yes (but kept the reluctance entirely to myself). This is the lady who will decide how much & where I work. Don't want to get on her bad side.
At 6:30 Wednesday morning she called again. Could I work 10 to 2 that day? Yeah. Sure. Love to. Groan.
Much to my surprise and delight, I enjoyed myself Wednesday. I was separated from the particular co-worker and found out I'm not alone in my deep seated irritation when ever she's around. Because of the minor amount of familiarity, today went much better, too. Happily, I do like working there now. I'll be happy to get back to my small kitchen and small school, but it's no longer an unwelcome change.
This is a much larger school so instead of there only being 2 of us, there are 5 for most of the day & 2 more come in shortly before lunch. Since I'm the newbie, I get to make salads- a simple task. But the person I've been replacing is not the salad girl. Today the break down went something like this: I was Marcy. Marcy was Missy. Missy was Sherry. Sherry was gone & I was taking her place. Oh, and Tara was gone too so Tanya was Tara. At least I wasn't the only one seriously confused. Everyone had trouble remembering who they were supposed to be today.
I was happy to get off work and just be FarmWife again. But the bosco sticks weren't bad.