Of Fat Fuckers and Being Majorly Pissed Off
So. Today was Wednesday, and it was a teacher work day -- my last day of school until August 21st. Let me tell you, it sure as hell didn't get off to a good start.
In a nutshell: Donna and I have to give up our large classroom so that our elementary building can house an autism classroom. In doing so, we had to pack up EVERYTHING we have and find ways to squeeze it all into our new, separate, tiny "rooms"... which wasn't an easy task.
Yesterday, we were asked by our building manager (translation: glorified janitor lazy-assed bum) (or FF -- "fat fucker" as he is affectionately called by one of our kindergarten teachers) to have our room ready to be cleared of furniture and boxes by NOON today. We were fine with that.
This morning? The room was COMPLETELY EMPTY. EVERY-FUCKING-THING was in the hallway... in NO particular order, unlike how we had left it yesterday. Not only that, but FF had moved things to places he wasn't supposed to... and we couldn't find important things. What was to be a 1.5-hour job this morning for Donna and I turned into a 6-hour job. Needless to say, we were NOT happy.
On top of US not being happy with FF, our principal was most definitely not happy with him. She even called the maintenance head honcho and told him to get his ass down to our building to have a nice little chat with FF.
The thing that really pissed Donna and me off was that we have been walking on eggshells around FF for the last month or so, going out of our way to be extra-nice and help him out (by moving some stuff ourselves) so that he wouldn't feel put-upon and would help us out with some maintenance things we needed done in our new rooms. We shouldn't have to do that, but we do and we did, and it all went to hell in a handbasket today... and it wasn't even us who undid it all.
Thing is, he knew he was in the wrong, because he didn't even argue with Donna or I when we voiced our extreme displeasure (in the nicest way possible, natch)... and let me tell you, he WILL argue if he feels he's right. And? When Donna and I were sitting in the staff room eating lunch with a few of our friends (other teachers), FF opened the door, took two steps in, saw Donna and I, and turned right around and left. We nearly snorted our drinks at that.
And? What was it that made me throw up a little in the back of my mouth? FF finally came around at 2:30 PM, when we were on our way out, and was sickeningly sweet to us.
So now, Donna and I can't wait to unpack our shit in August. I'm sure we'll be hurling insults and foul language in FF's direction each and every time we open up an unorganized box... that had to be stuffed with whatever just to get that crap out of the hall and into a box.
Good times, people. Good times.
However, I will say that a Starbuck's white chocolate non-fat mocha with whipped cream and one of their rice krispy treats took the edge off...
And now? I get to concentrate on finalizing wedding and wedding reception plans and working on two graduate courses this summer (6 credit hours, people! ACK!) June just got here, and already, I feel like tomorrow will be August 21st. Hold me.