Ms M Is On My Last Nerve

I am walking along ready to take on Mrs. M’s class. She can be a jerk, a meanie, she is a pretty big a... Along the way I see throw up all over the hall floor. I use my walkie to call the custodian to come to this door. Mrs. M. walks out of her room about forty feet down. Demands to know why I am not there. She’s a clown. I say “I am guarding this mess so no one steps in it.” She says “I cannot be late to my meeting,” She is such a sh…. Then she says “There is the nurse. She can take care of that.” She gives me a quick instruction, and she’s gone, the young bat. When she returns she begins screaming about that and this. I don’t care if I ever again work with this mean uppity Miss.