The Time of Year I REALLY Hate My Job | |
This is the time of year I REALLY REALLY hate my job.
Not only do I have to coordinate getting the kids to school and all that last-minute junk, but I also have to coordinate whatever therapists they have. We are down to just speech at the moment, but even that's a mess. We had a therpist last school year, but she didn't work summers, so we had a sub. Then, she called to say she wasn't coming back, so we are getting a new one; the boys' THIRD therpist in a span of three months. *sigh* I didn't want this agency to begin with and I'm TICKED. They wait until the last second to schedule even though they had IEPs for most of these kids by the end of June. Wouldn't it have made sense to sit down for a minute THEN and see that the one therapist wasn't going to be able to accommodate my kids? And give them a therapist over the summer who'd stay with them in the fall?
On top of THAT, the new therapist called and just randomly assigned times to see the boys at school that I KNOW isn't going to work with the schedule. She hasn't even bothered to talk to their teachers, but set up the times anyway. And two days in a row, which seems pretty pointless to me, but whatever.
I don't understand why they have to do everything half-assed when it comes to these kinds of things. This is the second year I've been running around with this agency for services and I'm about ready to throw in the towel and say the hell with services. I've left a message with the special ed chair who has yet to call me back. GRRRRRRRRR. | 
When Poe ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
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