Copy Catastrophe
I am convinced that no one can understand the lives of teachers. The hours are not only non-stop, but the amount of work that is crammed into those hours is insane. We are talking about 100 hours of work in an 80 hour work week. I know. It sounds impossible. Just like when that magician pulls all those scarves from his sleeve. Will it ever stop?
Even staff members here at school don’t quite understand, and they work shoulder to shoulder with us. One of the office assistants, who is in charge of the copy machine, has sent us a friendly reminder about copy jams. She wishes for us not to try to fix the jam ourselves, but we need to come get her in her office. She noted that a number of these do- it-yourself attempts have led to machine breakage.
That sounds like a great, professional idea, except if you are never around. This woman is never in her office or close by, and we’re left to our own devices, desperate to get all that work done. On top of that, she never indicates when she will be back. Oh there is always a, what is in her mind, a cute sign saying she would return, but never when. Like that one that had a bumble bee, a picture of a pair of human backs (the anatomy book kind), and a red arrow pointing to the right back.
Get it? “Bee not left spine.” Wait. That doesn’t make any sense….
Anyway, I’m sorry, we e-mail her and she never gives a response. She never answers the expensive wireless phone the district bought for her to maintain accessibility or return the message. To me that makes jammed copier time Hulk Smash! Time.
Even staff members here at school don’t quite understand, and they work shoulder to shoulder with us. One of the office assistants, who is in charge of the copy machine, has sent us a friendly reminder about copy jams. She wishes for us not to try to fix the jam ourselves, but we need to come get her in her office. She noted that a number of these do- it-yourself attempts have led to machine breakage.
That sounds like a great, professional idea, except if you are never around. This woman is never in her office or close by, and we’re left to our own devices, desperate to get all that work done. On top of that, she never indicates when she will be back. Oh there is always a, what is in her mind, a cute sign saying she would return, but never when. Like that one that had a bumble bee, a picture of a pair of human backs (the anatomy book kind), and a red arrow pointing to the right back.
Get it? “Bee not left spine.” Wait. That doesn’t make any sense….
Anyway, I’m sorry, we e-mail her and she never gives a response. She never answers the expensive wireless phone the district bought for her to maintain accessibility or return the message. To me that makes jammed copier time Hulk Smash! Time.
- H.T. at 7:00 AM
