Cracktards

Yesterday when I arrived at the crappy daycare my daughter goes to (more on that in a minute), I noticed it was awful quiet. Normally, when I get there the *teachers* are sitting a a table learning to count to 6 and all of the kids are running around like chickens screaming and just generally in my damn way. My child, however, is always sitting in the corner playing her Nintendo DS or Littlest Pet Shop toys. She's not a very social child and, like me, can always spot a cracktard (crackhead + retard, come on..work with me here) so she knows who to talk to and who to stay away from. This particular center is full of them. It's like they went from normal daycare to taking food stamps in a matter of weeks. At this point in the year all of the acceptable and nice daycares are full so she is stuck until summer..bummer. Anyway...I walk in and can immediately tell she has been crying. Now, she is a cryer so I am not TOO concerned just yet. She walks up and here come the tears. I am trying to ask her what happened, but being that all of the kids are in some sort of trance, its hard to actually get her to say anything other than 'blub bah e boo' and so on. I decide to talk to the teacher about this and see if she knows anything about it. Nope. She doesn't. What a freaking surprise. She asks my daughter what happened and here is the story:

Apparently, the girls decided that they would start a pretend business. They'd hire employees, have customers, advertise...all the cool stuff that any business would do. What type of business do they create you ask? Well, a daycare of course. Aim high, kids! Aim high! Anyway, there were 3 people running the center-my daughter and 2 other girls. One of the girls hadn't been to daycare in a while so she had been replaced with my daughter's BFF. Well, up on the return of said Absent Amy, there was an uproar because she had lost her job. Pfft! She was mad and threw a fit and the company split. Ah..the politics of a bunch of 9 year olds. Now, my daughter has her own daycare and so does the other chick. Cool, right? Wrong. A smear campaign ensued and my daughter's *company* has been blacklisted. No one will work for her because she's *mean* and fires people when they're not around. Even her loyal friends abandoned her. They're all afraid of Julia. Julia..just typing the name makes me seethe with anger. This little buttmunch has been teasing, poking, and being mean to my child for years. I tried to talk to her mom once, but she is just like her kid. Apples, tree people that's all I can say. She reminds me of those women who don't say excuse me when they want to get between you and a 4 way at Walmart. They just push their twinkie-filled butts between you and the rack. It's usually at that point where I do my best Mammy imitation and say something like, "Oh excuse me, Miss Ma'am. I's didn't see you a comin' " (I know..that was awful, but it works here in TN. ) Back to the children...so no one will work for my daughter and now they won't play with her either. Instead they decide to take a vote. They're going to pass out paper and have the other (unin-freaking-volved) kids decide whether or not my child is mean. Ok, let me stop here and let you know that my child is the furthest thing from mean. She's painfully shy most of the time and, while she has a quick wit and acid tongue those are only displayed at inopportune times like Sunday School. She's a little sweetheart for Pete's sake. Now, Julia has an enforcer on her side. Kinda of a cross between Mr. T and Gilbert Gottfried. Tough looking and annoying all wrapped up in a little Limburger ball. This kid makes me cringe every time I see her. One of those people that can get you to do or say things just for the sheer joy of getting them the heck out of your face. This kid begins to persuade all of the other, much smaller, kids to vote that she IS mean. Well, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see where this is going. Votes come in and by gosh my kid is mean. WTF. Now, IF you're still reading you're probably thinking why the hell didn't the teachers do something by this time. Why haven't they stopped this nonsense? I ask and I am told that my daughter shouldn't have fired Julia. Ex-squeeze-me? Shouldn't have fired Julia? We're talking about a fictional daycare facility run by three 9 year olds!!!! Are you kidding me? I told her that the daycare wasn't real, but the vote was and my daughter was hurt. Do you know what she said to me? Do you? She looks me square in the eye and says that Julia needed the job and was only on vacation during her absence. Seriously. Is she smoking crack? This situation has gotten out of hand and I decide its time to take this to the top. This morning, I visit with the director of the facility and relay this whole story. She, obviously, is NOT on drugs and told me that the teacher had told her what happened and realized that what she said was wrong (and frigging cracktarded). By the time I got to work, the teacher in question had left me a voicemail apologizing..nice..until she got to the part about being aware of when someone is on vacation. O.M.G. I am SO glad it's Friday.