NOT MY PROBLEM!

the source of my cynicism (one of them) is that people call the school and expect us to take care of THEIR problems.

16:00 today i was getting ready to leave. phone rings. it's a lady asking me about transportation; i couldn't help her so i told her i'd have someone contact her. it would have been fine had she said, ok, thanks! but she went into her life story ... well i'm a single parent and i can't be out waiting for the bus with my daughter because i had lost my job and i got a new job and i have to work and if i'm late i'll lose my job and bla bla blah bla BLAH!

lady, it's not MY job to make sure your daughter gets to school and you keep your job. I don't want to know about it, thank you.

technically i don't do the phone thing - i just pick them up because i can't stand the ringing noise and that's the only way to make it stop.

anyway i was logging off my computer at 16:05. the phone rings. and rings. and rings and rings and rings and rings, just DARING me to answer it.

sorry little fucker, i can control the volume of the ringer.