they teach your kids.
Back in June, when I left my teaching position for good, I relucantly left my work laptop along with it, making sure it was {ahem} safe in the hands of the assistant principal before I went.
Today, I get a call from my mother. How are these two events related? How could they be related? Well, let me finish. So I get a call from my mother, prompting me to write this email:
So there you go. CPS lost my old laptop, and now they're blaming me for it. I'm not surprised equipment was lost or stolen from that building, which was why I gave it directly to the assistant principal, made her add it to my inventory, and watched her sign it in the first place. And they still lose it. I'm still shaking even as I write this.
Furthermore, what's the deal with contacting my parents' house? That address would only have been listed as an emergency contact, on the bottom of any form which should have my current address listed at the top. I haven't lived at my parents' house in five years, three years prior to working with CPS. Are they just that used to calling peoples' parents when they get in trouble?
Or is it that they're just as adept at locating their employees as they are at locating their equipment?
I made sure to include my real address, phone number, and email in case this guy became more confused. Of course, now I expect him to address a snail-mail letter to my email address, or write an email to my phone number.
You know, after finding out about this, I no longer believe any of the BS my employers have told me about my skills as a teacher. They took my training and education, "retrained" me into inferiority, and molded me into one of them - the type of person who would misplace equipment, an employee, and probably even the nose on his face. [note: I never actually did any of that. And last I checked, my nose is still there.] I'm still recovering from their modifications; slowly, every day, I feel my mind trying to wake back up. Only, at the end of this month, I have to go back to work for them as a substitute, and I only hope I can ignore the administrators' attempts to jar me back into the incompetent slumber of a CPS employee.
listening to: Beatles, New Black
in my sink: a spaghetti bottle and a jelly bottle. Is anyone familiar with recycling in chicago? Does anyone really believe they actually separate the blue bags out of the trash? I don't.
Today, I get a call from my mother. How are these two events related? How could they be related? Well, let me finish. So I get a call from my mother, prompting me to write this email:
Dear sir,
I was notified by a relative that you sent a letter to them stating
you cannot locate a laptop issued to me. On June 22, 2004, I handed
this laptop over to [name deleted], the assistant principal of [name deleted]
Elementary School at the time. I saw her sign an exit form
stating that I had turned the laptop in.
All paperwork regarding this, including the laptop and all items that
came with it, should be at [name deleted].
In the future, please direct any correspondence to me at:
[contact info deleted]
So there you go. CPS lost my old laptop, and now they're blaming me for it. I'm not surprised equipment was lost or stolen from that building, which was why I gave it directly to the assistant principal, made her add it to my inventory, and watched her sign it in the first place. And they still lose it. I'm still shaking even as I write this.
Furthermore, what's the deal with contacting my parents' house? That address would only have been listed as an emergency contact, on the bottom of any form which should have my current address listed at the top. I haven't lived at my parents' house in five years, three years prior to working with CPS. Are they just that used to calling peoples' parents when they get in trouble?
Or is it that they're just as adept at locating their employees as they are at locating their equipment?
I made sure to include my real address, phone number, and email in case this guy became more confused. Of course, now I expect him to address a snail-mail letter to my email address, or write an email to my phone number.
You know, after finding out about this, I no longer believe any of the BS my employers have told me about my skills as a teacher. They took my training and education, "retrained" me into inferiority, and molded me into one of them - the type of person who would misplace equipment, an employee, and probably even the nose on his face. [note: I never actually did any of that. And last I checked, my nose is still there.] I'm still recovering from their modifications; slowly, every day, I feel my mind trying to wake back up. Only, at the end of this month, I have to go back to work for them as a substitute, and I only hope I can ignore the administrators' attempts to jar me back into the incompetent slumber of a CPS employee.
listening to: Beatles, New Black
in my sink: a spaghetti bottle and a jelly bottle. Is anyone familiar with recycling in chicago? Does anyone really believe they actually separate the blue bags out of the trash? I don't.
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