Suffered a year with an obese monster So, I am a teacher and my classroom has an aide. I teach young special needs students, so they need a lot of extra attention, love, and care. We toilet them, help feed them, keep them safe, and of course teach them the same concepts as their general education peers, but in a modified way.  My aide was a very large, blonde, single, lives-with-her-mom monster. Her mom has some money, so not only does she not have to pay rent, but her mother pays a lot of stuff for her. She is spoiled and is the type of person that is so immature that you would think she just got out of high school. No, she is past mid 30's, but it's hard to tell because she is so large, dresses like a child, acts like a child, and has skin issues that looks like acne.  Now that the picture has been painted for you, let me tell you some stories. We feed our kids breakfast in the classroom to help them with their spoon skills and give them extra time to eat. This beast would eat the kids food right off of their plates, lick her fingers when separating the food out, and save food away to eat as a snack if she got hungry.  I knew she was going to be a shit aide when at the beginning of the school year, I asked her to make the classroom cute, put up posters and activity boards, sort and clean up the toys and manipulatives, and put up our schedule board and posters. She had two days to do that (just like every other aide) while us teachers were doing curriculum meetings. She did nothing. The other aides said that she was on the computer or her phone a lot, and would go into other classrooms and talk to people. I had to do as much as I could to set up before Meet The Teacher night.  I would often ask her to do things that are normal for an aide to do (go with certain kids to other classrooms, make copies, run things to the office, etc) and she would straight up tell me no. At first I was so taken aback that I would stay silent, and then I started getting more stern. She would run to the principal (her former classmate) and tell her how mean and unreasonable I was being. So, when other people started making comments to me about trying to be nicer to the beast because I was hurting her Fee Fees, I tried the "nice" route and would say things like "if you get a chance, can you...?" or "the next time you head towards the front, can you give this to...?". Even then, the errands rarely got done. But her telling me NO became more rampant as the year went on.  I would buy things for the kids or MY classroom, and she would replace them. She would then make comments about how she was always having to buy the kids things. I would buy cups for the kids and then they disappeared and she bought bigger ones. I would buy towels for clean up and she bought softer ones. She was always buying "better" things. I didn't really care, but at the end of the year, she was telling everyone that she had to buy EVERYTHING for the kids because I wouldn't. I never did anything for them.  Kind of the same line as the items, but I would print out things like alphabet cards or number cards for the class, and they would get misplaced and she would make her own set. Anything I made wasn't good enough (even though it came from teaching websites). She didn't understand that I wanted plainer cards so that the kids would be able to see them better, instead of frilly, cursive or bubbly type font.  Field trips she would just stand around. We had 6 kids between us and I literally had to hold 4 of their hands and watch the other two because she would just wander off. We went to two different animal type field trips and she was too busy taking selfies with the animals to watch the kids.  The last week of school. Oh man. I knew shit was going down because her attitude was getting more and more shitty. I asked her to take everything off the walls, clean off the counters and tables, and organize the toys and such for the summer cleaning. Nothing was getting done. This is the aides job while teachers get all the paper work done. I had to stay until after 5pm every day just to pack down, and I didn't take much of a lunch/conference break to try to get everything done. She took down two posters and then wandered the hallways, talking to people. I asked her to come help me and she said "I DON'T WORK FOR YOU ANYMORE!" and then puttered around the hallways for a couple more hours while I was doing her job and mine. Several people heard her and said they were surprised I wasn't crying. I told them that it had happened all year long and I knew it was coming. I was used to it.  But, the year is done. I have applied for another job at a different school. Even if I don't get that new job, I am certain that she won't be my aide next year because she always gets her way. She had the easiest year though, because her next teacher won't let her get away with things like that. But since I was so new, younger than her, and timid, she stomped all over me.  So glad it's all done.