I did not mean for this to be so drawn out, but this one is just too priceless to not share.
Now, I am not one to jump and label teachers as complainers. Our job is tough. We often have to vent. We often get the short end of the stick. But occasionally, I have to shake my head and say, "Could everybody please shut the fuck up so we can all get back to work? I have shit to do." This was one of those occasions.
So, the chairs they had us sitting on were kind of uncomfortable. It wasn't unbearable. I just sat on the edge of my seat, or turned it sideways. Some stole other chairs from other places in the school. Other reasonable people brought pillows or things like that. But the majority complained and complained about how horrible they were. To be fair, one pregnant lady did tip over in her seat. To me, a reasonable solution would have been to bring her a special one. But naturally the DOE solution was much more unnecessarily complicated.
A few days in, they made the announcement that we were searching for other chairs. The next day, they stated with great jubilation that new chairs were coming in. The custodians wheel in the carts of chairs. Row by row, we stand up so they can pull out our old chairs and replace them with new ones. Once we look at them, it becomes immediately apparent that these are exactly the same as the ones we already have, except they are white instead of black. Now, more complaints come up. Rabble rabble rabble, these are no better! Why are you wasting our time?!?!
The worst part is, since the order had come through for the custodians to replace the chairs, the custodians were going to replace the chairs. They still went row by row, pulling out the old seats and giving us new ones. No one in charge told then to stop. No one they were supposedly helping even needed their help. And it was all another colossal waste of time and resources. There's a metaphor hidden in there but I can't quite find it.
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