I've vented about her before but today she was a real peach.
Her: I'm gonna go see if kindergarten wants help. (She loves kindergarten because she can just play with the kids.)
Me: Before you do that, "D" (our boss) would like you to put together a packet of Christmas activities for the kids to work on during testing.
Her: I doooaaann know how.
Me: Get the seasonal activity book out of the cupboard and choose 5 or 6 activities that look fun.
Her: I doooaaan know what book you mean.
Me: The seasonal activity book in the cupboard.
She walks over to the locked supply cabinet and yanks on the the locked door several times.
Her: I cannnnt open the door. I dooooaaan have a key.
Me: It isn't that cupboard. It is the one next to it. The one where the books are kept. (She has worked in our room for three years and knows where the workbooks are kept.)
Her: I dooaann know how many copies to make.
Me: Look on the class list.
She starts muttering to herself. I busy myself at the computer and refuse to turn around and engage. She starts slamming things around. I refuse to turn around.
She leaves the room. The packets weren't made. A typical day.