Here are three (out of a gajillion) ways to annoy me.
1) Email me and tell me that you’d like me and of course my 250 coworkers back to work on August 20th at 8am. This doesn’t bother me, in fact, I look forward to it. What bothers me is this: there isn’t really any place to park OR any way to enter the building at this point due to delayed construction. And while we are on the topic of construction- the new part, the part that I will be working in, actually hasn’t been built yet. I love these emails because they end with, I hope you all had a restful summer. I did have a restful summer, so restful, that I haven’t planned very much and apparently I’m not alone. But really, turns out, there is no need to plan. There isn’t a place to work yet.
2) Another school email. This one is from the copy lady (not her official title) telling us to please not expect to use the copiers when we return to work. Garhuf? We, as a people, teachers, are the biggest wasters of paper on the face of the earth. We make copies of EVERYTHING. Two out of three of the copiers were broken at the end of last semester, two months ago mind you, and they still aren’t fixed. I can believe that. It was probably hard to come in and fix the copiers when there is not an entrance. I guess instead of making copies of paperwork, I’ll just memorize everything and repeat myself 3,000 times. C’mon people, I need to waste paper. I feel it in my blood. It’s like a calling. (Again, I learned to not plan from watching people like the copy lady.)
and 3) My landlord called today, on behalf of my slightly irate mail person. She said that if I don’t come clean out my mailbox today, my mail will be lost. Lost? As in, you throw it out? I don’t think you can do that. I told her that I’ve been in New York for two months and that I did, indeed forward my mail and receive a confirmation from the Post Office that they would do their part and actually forward the mail. The mail person then said that she never got that notice. Well somebody did, they may have not personally informed you, but I am getting some mail. I’m getting bills. We finally agreed, like this is some type of compromise on behalf of the post office, that they will not actually “lose” my mail (read: federal offense) but keep it at the post office until I will pick it up in two weeks.
I bet you that mail person is sitting on her couch right now enjoying my “lost” magazines.
