I really don't understand why people complain and complain, yet never change what they are complaining about. There is a coworker that is 270 pounds and she is 22 years old. She acts like she is 12 and blames everything that she
can't do on her being fat, but she makes fun of those who can or at least try. She is always hopping around like a kids saying in a whiney voice, "Look at my fat, look at my fat." No I really don't want to look at your fat. Her mom works there too, and when ever the mom walks by her room she yells down the hall, "I love you mommy." She is always on a soapbox and it makes me laugh. She knows every rule in the granite school district and its okay if she messes up, but you better not hopw she catches you. I am so glad that she is not in my class this year. I think the kids are smarter than some of the staff.