Edited by Neil Anderson, Saturday, 9 Nov 2013, 13:51
I'm at work, for the twentieth day in a row. I'm about to start humping desks and chairs but for now I sitting at the click-face trying to repair my digital life. For yesterday the realwent mad and I got angry.
I get angry on a regular basis of course but it is extremely unusual for me to show it. Sure I throw the odd strop but almost never in the presence of the git[s] responsible. Yesterday I lost it.
It all kicked-off about eight, we had a gas leak from a cooker in home economics, I switched the gas supply to the cooker off, safe. That didn't work for the head of home economics, or rather, under the new nomemclature - the curriculum leader of the health & well being faculty. She started shouting at me in the playground; in front of one of my minions and numerous kids, "You have to call Scottish Gas!"
"They'll just turn the supply off."
"We've had them in dozens of times..." .lie "...they will fix it..." lie "...you don't know what you are doing!" In this case another lie. Normally this type of shite just washes off of me, for various reasons this time it rankled. I held my hand up.
"Stop shouting at me!", Her face changed, as if I'd slapped her, she is used to shouting at people. I'll leave the rest of the conversation to your imagination. I kept my voice neutral, she did not.
I got my retaliation in first, I saw the business manager and, with my minion as a witness, told him that I wasn't going to make an issue of this but I was perfectly happy to ramp this to the top if she fancied a fight. As I left his office she bringed in, all elbows and spite. I haven't heard anything yet; they need me for a few days, after that it will be open-season on the neil.
We got Scottish Gas in, they confirmed that what I had done was correct and buggered-off. The department doesn't have any gas as of now, the heating engineer that I requested hasn't appeared.The gas can't be turned back on. So a big win for her. My fault I expect.
So I was a tad hyper when the next blow fell.
I'm going to have to set the scene I'm afraid. On Monday the S4 [year 10] prelims start, important stuff; we are down one exam hall due to dry rot. The other exam hall is being treated for spores this weekend, fine I'll have to set-up 150 desks Sunday night but I know that at bottom I have to ensure that the chips never come down, which means I don't get a life.
What I did resist is that they would do some plastering at the same time.You know what a mess plastering creates? So this seemed a wee bit much when you consider that it could be done any time. Things were tricky enough I felt.
But. They snuck around behind my back and arranged it anyway:
"Have you arranged any cleaning?" I asked.
"No", my business manager answered. I expect that my face changed in ther same way as the curriculum leader of the health & well being faculty's face had changed earlier in the day.
"But don't get stressed out about it", he added. I left the room.
Then came the third strike.
Now, because we were an exam hall down I had to set up one of the gyms with exam desks; exam desks that had to be moved between buildings; desks that had been an utter pain to get into place. So I was setting these out when a deputy head came in.
"We were going to use the other gym". They don't tell you vital stuff like this because I'm obviouly able to read their minds, the decision has been made, hard part done, the rest must be easy...
I'm going to cut this short too, the utter stupity of what followed still hurts; I'm supposed to carry 100 desks and chairs up a set of stairs, down a set of stairs and set them up in 20 minutes. So that the staff can play football.
I made a firm no, perhaps on reflection a bit too firm. I'm going to have to do just this in a minute, on my own, in the cold, because one gym hall is larger than the other. Lie, they are exactly the same size and I can prove it. But the funny thing with facts is that most people don't believe them when they get in the way of what they want to do.
At some point the business manager truckled in and offered to help.
"Touch one of these desks and I'll fucking kill you!"
mad
I'm at work, for the twentieth day in a row. I'm about to start humping desks and chairs but for now I sitting at the click-face trying to repair my digital life. For yesterday the real went mad and I got angry.
I get angry on a regular basis of course but it is extremely unusual for me to show it. Sure I throw the odd strop but almost never in the presence of the git[s] responsible. Yesterday I lost it.
It all kicked-off about eight, we had a gas leak from a cooker in home economics, I switched the gas supply to the cooker off, safe. That didn't work for the head of home economics, or rather, under the new nomemclature - the curriculum leader of the health & well being faculty. She started shouting at me in the playground; in front of one of my minions and numerous kids, "You have to call Scottish Gas!"
"They'll just turn the supply off."
"We've had them in dozens of times..." .lie "...they will fix it..." lie "...you don't know what you are doing!" In this case another lie. Normally this type of shite just washes off of me, for various reasons this time it rankled. I held my hand up.
"Stop shouting at me!", Her face changed, as if I'd slapped her, she is used to shouting at people. I'll leave the rest of the conversation to your imagination. I kept my voice neutral, she did not.
I got my retaliation in first, I saw the business manager and, with my minion as a witness, told him that I wasn't going to make an issue of this but I was perfectly happy to ramp this to the top if she fancied a fight. As I left his office she bringed in, all elbows and spite. I haven't heard anything yet; they need me for a few days, after that it will be open-season on the neil.
We got Scottish Gas in, they confirmed that what I had done was correct and buggered-off. The department doesn't have any gas as of now, the heating engineer that I requested hasn't appeared.The gas can't be turned back on. So a big win for her. My fault I expect.
So I was a tad hyper when the next blow fell.
I'm going to have to set the scene I'm afraid. On Monday the S4 [year 10] prelims start, important stuff; we are down one exam hall due to dry rot. The other exam hall is being treated for spores this weekend, fine I'll have to set-up 150 desks Sunday night but I know that at bottom I have to ensure that the chips never come down, which means I don't get a life.
What I did resist is that they would do some plastering at the same time.You know what a mess plastering creates? So this seemed a wee bit much when you consider that it could be done any time. Things were tricky enough I felt.
But. They snuck around behind my back and arranged it anyway:
"Have you arranged any cleaning?" I asked.
"No", my business manager answered. I expect that my face changed in ther same way as the curriculum leader of the health & well being faculty's face had changed earlier in the day.
"But don't get stressed out about it", he added. I left the room.
Then came the third strike.
Now, because we were an exam hall down I had to set up one of the gyms with exam desks; exam desks that had to be moved between buildings; desks that had been an utter pain to get into place. So I was setting these out when a deputy head came in.
"We were going to use the other gym". They don't tell you vital stuff like this because I'm obviouly able to read their minds, the decision has been made, hard part done, the rest must be easy...
I'm going to cut this short too, the utter stupity of what followed still hurts; I'm supposed to carry 100 desks and chairs up a set of stairs, down a set of stairs and set them up in 20 minutes. So that the staff can play football.
I made a firm no, perhaps on reflection a bit too firm. I'm going to have to do just this in a minute, on my own, in the cold, because one gym hall is larger than the other. Lie, they are exactly the same size and I can prove it. But the funny thing with facts is that most people don't believe them when they get in the way of what they want to do.
At some point the business manager truckled in and offered to help.
"Touch one of these desks and I'll fucking kill you!"
He left.