I got a sympathy card in the mail today, it read:
Hope the care and concern
that surrounds you today
Will guide and support you
each step of the way…
to a peaceful and hopeful tomorrow.
Thinking of you at this sad time
It was from my school partner, Megan. She added the following note –
This card sums up exactly how I feel. Oddly enough, I feel better just sharing it with you.
Poor thing, she is even more upset than I am. John and I were the only partners she had ever had. She’s only been teaching for four years. I remember how attached you get to your partners when you are first starting out – they’re a bit like parents. So part of the family is gone and one unknown and one jerk are being thrust upon us.
Eve reminded me of a story I told her about Mr. K from several years ago. This just shows you about his personality and the general feeling of others at the school towards him. Our cafeteria was changing to a new system and everyone had to be assigned a new number. The head of the cafeteria staff sent out an email that read something like this.
We’ve had to change everyone’s lunch number. So that it would be easy to remember, we used your home phone number. If you don’t want to use this number just let us know and we’ll be happy to change it to anything you like.
Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it. Not for Mr. K, he stormed into the cafeteria, during the busy lunchtime (the ladies were trying to get approximately 120 kids through the line) and pitched a fit saying…
“I don’t want to use my phone number! NO one asked me, I didn’t want it changed in the first place! I don’t want these kids hearing it, or seeing me punch it in and then calling my house at all hours. I want it changed and I what it changed NOW!”
I would have wanted to rip his head off if he had spoken to me that way, but the cafeteria lady, a sweet little lady, older then me, just gave him a kind smile and had him come back into her office where she meekly changed his number, writing it on a sticky for him. He stalked out with out so much as a thank-you. Those teachers and staff that had witnesses this rudeness told the story around the school. But it wasn’t until the next day that the story got even better. We all found out what number she had given him. The number was 277-4653 and if you put it in your phone it spells out ASS-HOLE. Lets hear it for little old, quick thinking, cafeteria ladies!!
I promise I won’t spend all my time complaining about Mr. K, but you can expect me to vent here some. I guess it breaks the monotony of venting about Nick and the lack of spanking in my life – I’m afraid you can expect some of that pretty soon too.