This actually happened last week, but
I've been tied up with my final term paper for school so I never got
around to posting it. What's this about school, you say? ...that's a
post for a different day.
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I spent the morning fighting off
hypothermia at the dentist's office. I'm all for copious air
conditioning since I've been in permanent hot flash for a year now,
but this was just nuts.
Originally, the appointment was for
last week, but that didn't work out. It was Daughter's
six month check up, and I made it for first thing in the morning so
we could go straight to the dentist, then to school afterward. A time
saver, because the dentist was in the opposite direction of the
school, with our house in the middle – at least an hour round trip
(yes, we live in the middle of nowhere. Like, Hundred Acre Wood. Pooh
Bear and Eeyore are neighbors).
Simples, right?
Well, Daughter is taking honors classes
this year, and one of the more difficult ones is taught by
Headmaster. She didn't want to miss the first half of class, so I
agreed to get her from school instead. It meant having to take three
hours off work instead of two, but hey, I had to admire her
commitment.
As a side note, Headmaster only teaches
this one class, obviously, since he's got other Headmastery things to
do. He's one of those teachers who tries to scare the kiddos in the
first few days, just to make sure everyone's serious about the class.
Most of the teachers wait a few weeks before going over the summer
reading assignments, but Headmaster dove right in. First day, he had
them up in front of the class summarizing the books, and hammering
them with questions while fueling debate on plots and characters.
It worked, some kids dropped the class.
I asked my daughter if she was planning to do the same – I had
hoped not - and she said, “OH HELL NO. I'm taking this as a
personal challenge....he's not scaring me off.”
Love that kid.
So I get to the school office and
there's no Daughter waiting for me. Secretary tells me she's probably
on her way down from class. Five minutes goes by, then ten. Secretary
calls the classroom and says she's on her way. Daughter finally shows
up at 9:20am, leaving me ten minutes to get to a dentist 30 miles
away. I hate being late for a
doctor appointment, so I'm forced to reschedule.
Daughter says Dumbledore wouldn't let
her leave, and gave her a hard time about leaving his class unless
somebody died. I'm fairly certain he meant this in a semi-joking,
possibly sarcastic tone, but still. This meant I'd be an hour late
for work. For no reason.
Just then Headmaster rounds the corner.
I introduce myself and tell him I'm thrilled that he's giving the
kids a raking over in class (they deserve to know what the real world
is like, and not that everyone's a wiener....I mean, winner).
After all, I'm paying a a buttload of money for you to prepare my kid
so she can ace her SAT exams and get accepted to a kick-ass college.
But while you're twatwaffling with the hatchling's gray matter, I
just lost an hour of work. YOU just wasted an hour of my time.
But I never said that. I wanted to
because I was crabby and had to get up early, but I was also pretty
sure he didn't do it intentionally. He's usually a good guy, so I let
it pass.
So that brings me to today, where we
did it all over again, but this time I allotted more time for general
dickery.
Although I wasn't prepared for the
sub-arctic waiting area. Or the snot-cicles (of course I have another
sinus infection. You need ask?).
The rest of the day was uneventful
until the school buses starting running for the afternoon trip home.
It was the first day of school for the public school kids (private
school started a week earlier), and apparently the transportation
authority boogered the whole schedule. They had first graders on the
same buses as high-schoolers – you keep them separated for obvious,
delinquent-oriented reasons – and the private school kids bus ride
took three hours. THREE HOURS.
I'm not privy to the inner workings of
the local school district, but I do know they've had a problem with
the buses for at least ten years now. I've even discussed this face
to face with the transportation director after a school bus broke
down, proceeded to strand my then ten year old (with friends) at the
wrong development, in single digit temperatures. Rip his face off?
Yes, I wanted to.
They can't afford new buses, there's a
driver shortage, and they need to make due with what they're got (but
they just spent millions on a new school). Boo Hoo.
Oh, and while I've got a good rant
going, let me tell ya the best part of my chitchat with the
transportation head. Because I dared to actually show up in person,
he assumed I was a stay at home mommy with nothing better to do than
be an annoyance. When I informed him that I was a programmer for
(company redacted) and telecommute from home, he immediately
suggested I sign up for bus detail.
Seriously? Did you even hear what I
said? I have a job.....a job that requires me to be at my desk
online at particular hours of the day.
Douchnozzle.
Douchnozzle.
That was a few years ago, and it still
grates on me. Obviously.
So once again, we're doing the bus
schedule version of musical chairs. Hopefully Daughter will pass her
driving test soon, and maybe we can manage to get a cheap beater car
for her to use. That way we don't have to deal with this bus nonsense
anymore.
Gah, I never thought I'd be saying that.
Gah, I never thought I'd be saying that.
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