Off Key

Man, these last few weeks this one teacher has been getting on my nerves. Partial blame may fall on the fact that I have end-of-the-year stress, but I doubt it. She never has her keys on her, so she’s always asking me to let her into places. I’ll be teaching, and there’s a TAP, TAP, TAP, followed with a “Can you let me into my room? I’ve misplaced my key.”

Or, I’ll be on morning duty and it will be, “My hands are so full. Can you unlock the hall door for me?” Of course to be super irritating, she’s holding a latte in one hand, and she’s texting in the other. One time, I had my hands full, and she waited by the door until I put my stuff down and fished my keys out of my pocket!

I haven’t said anything because, believe it or not, I have this urge to remain professional. Now I know something can be said and be professional, but I don’t have faith in myself to pull that off; not at this time. You have to know your limits, right?

So what should I do? Hmmm. Maybe if her car got keyed, then she would get the message. Oh hell, I’ll keep working on it.