Fuck you, Mark Nimrod

The BBQ Pit
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Today you crossed the line. Before, I was willing to put up with you because you were one of my first students. You have always called me at the last minute to schedule appointments. I have told you that this would cause problems as I now have many more students than I did then. I recommended 3 days of advance notice to you to prevent scheduling conflicts. Despite this, I was not surprised when you called me yesterday. At 8PM. Wanting to schedule a session for tomorrow, as you had a test Friday. Disappointed, yes, but not surprised. I told you that I would meet you at your house, and I arranged child care for my daughter.

I left early because your house is on the other side of the city from mine. It takes me half an hour to get there at good times, and this time was during rush hour.

Perhaps you don’t realise this, Mr. N., but you live in a gated community. I fail to see how you could not recognize this, as last week, when you asked me to meet you there (the day before, as always), I called your parents to remind them that they needed to make sure I was issued a pass. They told me they had already done so, and, indeed, they had. So, today, when I left to meet you, I didn’t even consider the possibility that you wouldn’t have a pass waiting for me at your gate.

I do not have a cellular phone. I see little point in it. You should know this since I did not give you my cell number, but gave you my wife’s work number for emergencies. I cannot call you to have you call the security office.

So, in short, FUCK YOU. Find another tutor, you are no longer worth the fee I charge. Or, grow half a brain, do your damn homework, and learn algebra yourself. At this point, you’re no longer my concern.

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Do not forget to charge him. You where there and I hope you have a way to prove it. Perhaps call the gate guard. It may not bother them to lose the money but it can’t hurt.

Sorry about the waste of your time.

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The security office doesn’t have a telephone?

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Haha, his father just called and asked to set up another appointment.

Nope, find another tutor, Mr. PhD. And good luck with that, I’m first on a very short list in this town. I charge more because of my reputation, fucker. There’s a reason the rest only charge $15 an hour. You get what you pay for. And you know that list of tutors you got from the school? You know, the one that had me on it?

The guy is totally clueless. “I thought you didn’t want us to schedule in advance!” Yeah, right, everyone likes rearranging their schedule to fit your whims. That’s also why I meet with your classmate who also lives there the same time, the same day, every week. Because, you know, planning things out in advance is boring, and all parents can arrange childcare at the last minute.

Booker57 , at this point, I’m glad to move on. I can only take 2 more students as is with my time constraints, and I’ve been talking about liking to drop Mark N. for the past two weeks with my wife. His drop makes room for a kid that wants to learn and is willing to do some homework rather than having me coach him through cramming the day before exams or quizzes. And it saves me from these last minute headaches that I’ve gotten very tired of over the past 5 months. This weekend I’ll make double what I made last weekend, so I’m not hurting for money right now. Certainly not hurting enough to call back and ask for the money I deserve.

treis , I, not living there, have no idea what their policies are regarding guests. The community I’m talking about is the most expensive in town, and one of the most expensive places in the state. For all I know, they have policies about not calling after 5 or whatever so Mr. and Mrs. Morebucks can spend their leisurely evenings in sexual debauchery, or ride their golf carts around undisturbed, or whatever else America’s leisured class does after dark. I do know that my other student who lives in that community has managed to ensure that I never have a problem getting in to see him. This is because he genuinely appreciates my help, rather than viewing it as another thing he has to take care of for a “non-resident”.

In other, slightly more satisfying news today, a student who scheduled a session with me and then never showed up, leaving me to wait for an hour, came back in to the public tutorial lab with his test score. 55. I took great pleasure in going over it in under 5 minutes, pointing out every single mistake in the most patronizing tone I could manage in a public setting. I had him all frantic begging for a better grade from his instructor (my boss, natch). Sympathy he did not get today.