I must vent. I went to Glasgow this week for two days to help Little Brother Dibbs prepare for his camp. On my way home my secretary called me to ask some questions about a former student. That's fine, I guess. When I got to my parents' house, I had an email from the same secretary updating me on her conversation with the mother. I told her I would be back to work on Thursday, and I would take care of the matter then. Today...another email from my secretary asking me to call the parent.
Seriously, were these people home-schooled? Everyone knows school personnel don't work in the summer. I'll do what this woman needs, but I certainly won't change my plans for her. I'm sorry she's in a hurry. Not my problem. I have half a mind to call her right now at 11:30, wake her ass up, and tell her what I think. Here is one thing I know: if she calls me one more time, she won't be getting a letter at all. I'm not her shabbes goy.
'Night.
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