Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts

3.15.2009

Adventures with a cameraphone - Vol. 1

Friday, March 13, 2009, was the day before Spring Break, and I had to spend that day helping out at the 54th Annual Legend's Track Meet... it's one of my obligations as a coach in his offseason. Anyhow, the meet occurred during the day, which meant I had to take a professional leave day, which meant I had to book a substitute. I told one of my friends, a coworker, that I would email him the work to give to my sub...

One problem: my Internet went out... So I had to manually deliver the work to the school Friday morning, and while I was there I saw something extremely random, and moments like that make me glad I have a cameraphone.

A few weeks ago, I wrote about the lack of secureness my high school's security guards provided. I know I could have said 'security' instead of 'secureness.' Anyhow, there are 2,000+ students at my high school... I want you to mentally rank the list of a security guards priorities... then, tell me if, maybe, the security guards might be going overboard in one area....



Way No. 1,016 to Tell You Work in an Unsafe Place: The substitutes are more afraid of getting parking tickets than  being shot. Security, I need you to pool your resources and refocus them...

3.02.2009

Um, yeah... I don't feel safe...

Reason No. 10,241 why working at a school never gets boring:

In addition to being an English teacher, I'm a basketball coach. I only bring this up because you'll normally catch me with a whistle around my neck. (In addition to being the precursor to push-ups and sprints, the whistle is a classroom-management miracle! Now I just need this guy to sell my idea.)

Anyhow, my afternoon walk from 5th period (basketball) to 6th period (English) was interrupted by one of our five security guards. Here's the exchange (loosely):

Him: Do you have another one of those?
Me: (puzzled) What?
Him: That whistle. I could use one of those. We're gonna start traffic duty.
Me: (even more puzzled) Sure. I'll give you one next time I see you.

That's right up there with "Have kids" and "Visit New York City" on my list of things to do... Speaking of lists:

Way No. 955 to Tell You Work in an Unsafe Place: The security guards ask you for work-related materials....

I mean, am I asking him for Shakespeare quotes???