Don't Read This Entry

This is just another entry about the troglodytes at school and their let's-not-let-Chai-go-to-the-bathroom policy, so it's not even worth reading, but I wrote it this morning and I'm posting it because come next fall I'll need to read something to refuel my anger towards them and this'll be here. Oh wait, I'll just have to talk to them to refuel my anger. Whatever.



It's 8:08 here at my desk, and I thought I'd share with you all the joy that has already been my morning at B-Town High School.

First, the SCM is out and we all knew for days that he was going to be, because he had a dental emergency on Sunday night and the first appointment he could get was for Wednesday. (Don't get me started on him.) And the last two days have been a shitstorm for the three stooge crew that sorts out substitute assignments and class coverages, because of the heat. Anyway, I knew the SCM had called in his absence and requested a sub well in advance. I got to school at 7:00 and went to the office to sign in; the stooges work there before school starts. This happy little group consists of the secretary who is in charge of coverage and who is supposed to be doing this job by herself, another secretary who has an incredibly inflated sense of self-importance and who knows how to improve any procedure anywhere, as long as she can get her hands on it, and the teacher whose duty is early-morning office. I signed in and asked brightly "So, how does it look for me today?"

And they all looked like somebody died, and told me that there is no one to cover for the SCM today. They will, however, get someone to cover so I can go to lunch, and they have somebody for third period. I remind them that I don't need anybody in the morning, because Media Girl and the library secretary are there to cover for a moment during the morning. I need someone for period 6 (lunch) and 7 and 8, when I am alone. They tell me again that it's a bad day and they don't have anyone.

Now, last time I told them that if I didn't have coverage and I had to go and someone else wasn't there, I would probably crap in my pants. I felt that time that they needed a good image to work with, and it was clear that they still had it. The genius, the one who had no business being there anyway, asked if anybody is even in the library periods 7 and 8.

"What, you mean kids?" I asked. "Of course." She wanted to know why their teachers couldn't stay with them. "If they come with a class, that's what happens. But they don't always come with their classes." Now she is wide-eyed, never heard of such a thing. "You mean kids just come to the library alone?"

Yes, Virginia, there is a library. A teacher gives a kid a pass so the kid can finish some work, look something up, and hey -- USE A LIBRARY. I explained this, minus the sarcasm (believe it or not) and said, as if to a very slow four-year old, "Yes. That's what we do." She is flabbergasted, and the teacher on morning duty is rolling her eyes at this dope.

My big payoff though was asking the attendance lady if in fact she had told me that her sister had Crohn's and she said, no, it was her mother. "Oh," I said, "and when she had to go, could she wait?" And I got no answer.

The upshot is that it turns out there was a sub for the SCM after all, but only for the morning, so he's over in Fiction straightening out the shelves. They claim to have someone for the afternoon, as well as a permanent solution for the future. We shall see, my chickies, we shall see.


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