A book I spotted in the Borders in Boston (click to embiggen):
I’m just saying.
What a weird-ass day today was.
You already know about Monday and my spouting off at the principal. Today was the fallout from that. There was another copy of the writeup in my mailbox and a note from her: "Please see me."
Hm. Given that the first line of the memo was "Warning?" (that’s how it was written, with a question mark) and the last line was a place where I’m supposed to sign this thing and return it, I decide that this is a disciplinary action and I’m going to get me some union representation. I poke my head in on the building rep, who—as it turns out—is no fan of the principal, and tell her what happened and show her the note. It was pretty amusing, watching the expressions cross her face; an interesting mixture of confusion and amusement. Finally she tells me that I should just write a rebuttal correcting the errors and leave it at that. No point in turning it into an argument that’s only going to stress me out.
So, five drafts later (gotta write, then delete, all the poisonous stuff so it’s out of my system) and I’ve got the rebuttal ready. Finally she approaches me and tells me that it’s time for us to talk about the memo. I tell her, "OK, we need [Union Rep] to come down, then." That didn’t exactly brighten her day. She told me that I didn’t need any such thing. I said, "Hey, when I’m given something that says ‘warning’ at the top and has a place for my signature at the bottom, that says disciplinary action to me and I’m bringing a rep." She lets me get the rep.
We go through twenty minutes of whether this is disciplinary in nature, whether I said what I said, whether I was going to apologize (I didn’t, although I did admit that I was terse), whether I was going to guarantee that it wasn’t going to happen again (yeah, not so much), whether I was going to sign the thing or not, whether my rebuttal was accurate (more so than hers, I daresay), whether I was going to sign the memo (I didn’t, but I didn’t specifically refuse), blah blah blah blah blah. Basically we sat there and let her blather on about all kinds of stuff about respecting others, especially when "company comes to the table" and I don’t know what-all else. Right after the meeting broke up I noted that the auditor had been through my files and we were nearly perfect (one minor problem, easily fixed). So with any luck, I’ll be missed someday in the future.
So there was that. Then there was a Medicare survey that was due this afternoon. I’d planned to bring it to my supervisor in the afternoon, but I wound up having to do a home visit on another student. I can’t give away too many details, but the visit itself was pretty important. I sent an email to the office saying that I couldn’t get in because of the visit, and I’d have the stuff waiting for him when he arrived in the morning.
Tonight was the night that my book club meets. I went and did that, had a couple of pleasant hours of chitchat. Nice stuff. On the way home, about an hour ago, I get a text message from GF telling me to call the supervisor right away. He’s bitching me out because I didn’t get the survey in today and "How many times do I have to remind you about these things?" Erm…I’m not in the habit of bringing stuff in late. Exactly on time, perhaps, but not late. "You had this thing due, you got an extension [everyone did], and it still wasn’t in on time. I’m not happy."
You know what? These two events more or less bookended my day. In between I got a lot of stuff done. I arranged meetings for students, I talked to parents and teachers, I got a lot of backlog done, I survived an audit and did well with it besides, I had to break it to a mom that her kid is autistic and, by the time we finished, she was actually thanking me for ensuring that he got the help he needs. I had a very productive day despite the crap I had to eat. Yeah, I’m sleeping well tonight.