I’m a schoolteacher. Not that it matters to this story. Bastard bosses come in many professions, but the Assistant Principal is a very special kind of dickless dick.
Dear Ass Principal,
I know I pissed you off this week with my email, in which I had the nerve to ask you (a)why you hadn’t passed on to my substitute my message about what I’d like him to do with my class, and also (b) whether or not you’d done anything to punish the kids who cheated on my last paper.
I know I pissed you off even more when you responded with an email that made vague accusations that I was in violation of my contract by not having a folder for the sub in the office and didn’t answer either of my questions, and I responded by pointing out that (a)I did have a folder in the office, though of course the sub had brought it up to my classroom since I was absent, and (b) you still hadn’t answered either of my questions.
And I know that (a) you know that there’ll be major layoffs this month, since the school has mismanaged its funds to the point where it can’t afford to pay everyone, and (b) you know that I know this.
So when your secretary called to arrange a meeting for today and wouldn’t tell me what it was about, that means either (a) I’m being laid off, or (b) you want to hassle me to try to distract me from the fact that (a)you didn’t do your job by sending a sub to my room without a short and simple message that would have made his life a lot easier, and (b) you haven’t done shit to the cheating students.
My guess is that the latter is true- I don’t think I’m being laid off because I teach English, and I’m pretty sure you don’t have anyone who can teach my classes for the rest of the year if I go away.
Which means that you either (a) deliberately tried to make me think I’m about to be laid off, because you’re a sick sadist who gets off on the thought of my worry, or (b) you’re stupider than a sack of cold rocks, and didn’t make the connection that I’d think I was being laid off.
And since today’s a snow day, now I have to sweat it out all weekend.
So, Ass Principal, would you like (a) to be fucked sideways with a claw-hammer, or (b) for me to tie rocks to your ankles and throw you in the river just to watch you sink?
Sincerely,
FisherQueen