Listening to what you say at work...
 

I teach preschool, and yesterday I cracked up when I actually listened to what I said. Here's some examples:

"Morgan, stop hitting Richard with the dinosaur."
"Dalton, put your clothes on."
"Shelby, stop slamming the microwave door on your head." (toy microwave)
"Molly, girls have to sit down."
"Dalton, put your clothes back on."
"Kara, you do not have to paint freckles on your face just because Ms. Jessica said most redheads have freckles."
"Dalton, put your clothes back on."
"We do not hit our friends on the head with the pineapple!"

Re: Listening to what you say at work...
 

This reminds me of something very funny that happened at my temple a few months ago. We were at Friday night services. The cantor has a little boy (I think he's 3) who had come to services with his father and was sitting in the front row. For some reason, his mother wasn't there.

The cantor began to lead a song. About a verse into it, the little boy stood up and took off his sweater. OK, so he's warm, no big deal. Then he took off his shirt. Going shirtless is not exactly appropriate for services, but he's a boy, so it's still not a huge deal. Then he lowered his pants... and started to lower his underpants. Right there in the front row in front of everybody! :eek:

The cantor finished the song (I think he cut a verse or two) and scurried over to whisk his son away into the back.

The rabbi had to hold off on continuing the service so that she could recover her composure. :p

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Sounds like conversations at my job. And I dont work at a preschool.

LOL that's funny :)


We have crazy people coming into the hospital where i volunteer. One day a few weeks back, this lady came running through the surgery waiting area screaming, pregnant, and her shirt was pulled up over her breasts, so she was runnign with her big belly exposed and her tits flappin in the wind......... finally we got her calmed down enough to ask her what ws wrong and she said she had been outside smoking and was havign chest pains, and shs ewas still screaming and hysterical, so much so that she had actually ran right through the emergency room, got on the elevator to the second floor and ran through surgery waiting. by the time swe got her more calmed down and back to ER her shirt had been brought over her tits, but her big belly was still exposed walkign through the hospital. Then we get a call a few minutes later looking for a baby, because apparently she had a baby in her arms when she started her psycho trip, and lost her baby somewhere between ER and surgery................

Sounds like Dalton has a future career in fashion...

Seriously, I work as a geriatric counselor. I have one client who is convinced that I am the Queen of England, many who are "clothing optional" (and if you think nekkid kids are funny, you should see nekkid geriatrics!), and some who are just sad. You have to find the bright spots in every job.

Dalton sounds like a bright spot!

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:D

My job is more like

'Mr Peters, is it okay if I put you on hold? (silence) God, this guy is going to drive me into the insane asylum. Will someone please fax him the release form?'

I was thinking the same thing. Perhaps Dalton thinks he is in college.