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Absolutely, completely, utterly, f***ing frustrated….PART III

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.

Ninth –
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.

 

xo 

Ms. Sub

 

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Absolutely, utterly, completely, f***ing frustrated…PART II

So…..may I remind you of the part one of this saga:

I drove, two hours from my home, for an interview.  One of my certifications, is in theater.  This is not a common job opportunity in todays economic crisis.  Nevertheless, it is my passion, my love, my joy.  So I drove two hours from my home, to this potential job interview that was scheduled for 11:30 am. The janitors, and security guards in the building looked at me like I had ten heads when I told them who I was going to meet.  The head guard told me, “Ummm….I haven’t seen Mr. X all day ma’am, but you’re welcome to look. Go on up.”

I went up.

It was a ghost town.

Aint THAT PEACHY? 

xo

Ms. Sub

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