So, let’s refresh…
First – Contacted, TWICE about Theater teacher position.
Second – Left message confirming interview time.
Third – Drove TWO HOURS to said school.
Four – Security guards laughed, “sweetheart there’s nobody there.”
Fifth – Trudged up three flights of stairs.
Sixth – Confronted with a rat, but alas, THERE WAS NOBODY IN THE DAMN SCHOOL.
Seventh – Spoke to a wonderful Principal, Principal Bee. He said, “Would you like me to call Mr. Sha?”
Eighth – He called Mr. Sha. Mr. Sha would like to speak to ME.
Ms. Sub – “Hello Mr. Sha, this is Ms. Sub. We had an appointment at 11:30….?”
Mr. Sha – “A Ms. Sub, there seems to be a Misunderstanding.”
Ms. Sub – ” A misunderstanding?”
(CURRENT TIME IS NOW 12:00. INTERVIEW WAS SCHEDULED FOR 11:30)
Mr. Sha – “Ah, yes, ummm I meant to call you from your message yesterday. We filled the position.”
Ms. Sub – ” WELL WHEN THE F*** WHERE YOU GOING TO LET ME IN ON THIS LITTLE FACT.
In the effort to channel my rage, dissatisfaction, and complete and utter DISGUST with the NYCDOE, I went to write. A post from Mr. Foteah put a smile on my face, and strengthened the inspiration and the determination that I once had in my heart. Thank you fellow teacher.