My mother would say this to me as a teenager . . . "beware the mothers' network" . . . which really meant that she had informants and snitches everywhere.
And the mothers' network has taken hold at work. Now I just have to ride it out.
Eleven more days left.
What an end to a terrible year.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
You Have RUINED My Life
The yearbooks came in today. In keeping with tradition, after I had the administration approve them, I passed them out to seniors. I passed out yearbooks from 3 pm to 3:30 pm. At 3:34 pm I had two complaints on my voicemail and one complaint on email.
The theme of the complaints? It's their SENIOR YEAR. How dare I mess things up. They can't be fixed because it's the SENIOR YEAR. There is no next year for my son/daughter. Nothing can happen to them now. They cannot appreciate their yearbook/memory ad because of that "o" instead of an "e".
I think I handled them all with grace and refunds, lots of refunds but I'm amazed at the claims. It's as though they are fruit flies or something. Their lives are going to end in three days . . . when senior year is over and how dare I make it not perfect.
Notice I say "I" because in the parent's minds it is MY fault. I misspelled their offspring's name ON PURPOSE and I must be stopped. And punished. Severely.
And I shouldn't let it bother me. But I could never, ever work in customer service. Because I would cry all the time. Because I ruin people's lives . . . with yearbooks.
I haven't even passed them out to the underclassmen yet.
The theme of the complaints? It's their SENIOR YEAR. How dare I mess things up. They can't be fixed because it's the SENIOR YEAR. There is no next year for my son/daughter. Nothing can happen to them now. They cannot appreciate their yearbook/memory ad because of that "o" instead of an "e".
I think I handled them all with grace and refunds, lots of refunds but I'm amazed at the claims. It's as though they are fruit flies or something. Their lives are going to end in three days . . . when senior year is over and how dare I make it not perfect.
Notice I say "I" because in the parent's minds it is MY fault. I misspelled their offspring's name ON PURPOSE and I must be stopped. And punished. Severely.
And I shouldn't let it bother me. But I could never, ever work in customer service. Because I would cry all the time. Because I ruin people's lives . . . with yearbooks.
I haven't even passed them out to the underclassmen yet.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Saturday Projects Solo
I had the evening to myself last night . . . Spider Monkey had to work super early this morning and therefore wanted to go to bed super early. So I rented "Twilight" and bought some ice cream and had a very nice time. "Slumdog Millionare" will be showing this evening in my living room, perhaps with some more mint chocolate chip.
I need to do some yardwork. I think I didn't mulch last year? But it is resulting in some killer weeds. And I want to paint the part of my window that is yellowing . . . actually browning . . . as I think it would make my house look so much nicer.
My parents, very sweetly, called at 8:30 am to tell me that they were at IKEA but it didn't seem like they wanted to wait for me to wake up, let alone get there to buy my cabinets.
And I have to go out to their house to get my birth certificate as the passport agency is open on Saturdays! But I feel funny going without SM . . . they were lost/stolen together, seems like they should be applied for together. Yes, I have a police report and everything. It has been an extremely fun week.
To read about the passport nightmare - I have a thread on "indiamike" which is a travel forum for people going to India. It is really very informative and how I know about the "touts" and toliets. So read here: http://tiny.cc/iRyQL It's all sorts of fun and expense!
Oh, and I think I want to buy an iphone. I could blog more.
I need to do some yardwork. I think I didn't mulch last year? But it is resulting in some killer weeds. And I want to paint the part of my window that is yellowing . . . actually browning . . . as I think it would make my house look so much nicer.
My parents, very sweetly, called at 8:30 am to tell me that they were at IKEA but it didn't seem like they wanted to wait for me to wake up, let alone get there to buy my cabinets.
And I have to go out to their house to get my birth certificate as the passport agency is open on Saturdays! But I feel funny going without SM . . . they were lost/stolen together, seems like they should be applied for together. Yes, I have a police report and everything. It has been an extremely fun week.
To read about the passport nightmare - I have a thread on "indiamike" which is a travel forum for people going to India. It is really very informative and how I know about the "touts" and toliets. So read here: http://tiny.cc/iRyQL It's all sorts of fun and expense!
Oh, and I think I want to buy an iphone. I could blog more.
Friday, May 22, 2009
You Gotta Read This!
Okay, so I haven't written in FOREVER . . . still teaching, still can't tell Spider Monkey stories, my hair is a semi-normal color and I'm going to India this summer. Yes. India. Because I want to . . .
Anyhow, instead of going into my nightmare of a Passport/Visa story . . . because I'm just too bitter . . . you should read this:
http://blog.pamandphil.com
Because I love it so much I want to marry it. Or maybe just marry Pam and Phil . . . or maybe just Pam, but only in certain states. Anyhow, it is how I hope my "Ems and Spider Monkey go to India" blog will be.
Anyhow, instead of going into my nightmare of a Passport/Visa story . . . because I'm just too bitter . . . you should read this:
http://blog.pamandphil.com
Because I love it so much I want to marry it. Or maybe just marry Pam and Phil . . . or maybe just Pam, but only in certain states. Anyhow, it is how I hope my "Ems and Spider Monkey go to India" blog will be.
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