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Long time no post huh? For those you don't know me, I'm a 17 year old student office aide for my high school. I normally deal with parents who drop off things that their kids forget at home. Normally I have no problems. But if there weren't those select few... Well I wouldn't have bothered joining this site.
Anyway, onto the stories!
Just saying, I REALLY HATE language barriers...
A man came in one morning and had something for his daughter. I'm running him through our process, as normal, and he seems to get progressively more agitated with me. Okay, okay, yeah it's kinda a simple process, I can take a hint. So I leave him be. He's been pretty quiet the entire time, so I didn't expect anything out of the ordinary.
That is until I tell him he needs to text his daughter and let her know he dropped off what she needed. And he just stares at me blankly. About 5 seconds and he says, "No hablo Ingles." Fan-freakin'-tastic....
I live close enough to Mexico (North Texas) to know some decent Spanish. But not enough for the particular situation. (I only know what I learned in class unfortunately)
I'm trying to come up with something that I could say and he then just shoves the item in my hands and storms off.
His daughter never got a text by the way. We went the easy route on that one and wrote her a pass. Of course she was in the absolute worse class to deliver to; Band. But more on that later.
Not ten minutes later, an older, Asian woman and pretty much the same thing... sigh...
For the love of god, you're just signing your and your kid's name...
So a woman comes in to the drop off center with something for her kid. So I run her through the process.
Usually we get so many compliments about how easy and simple this process is. You just sign the date, time, your name, and your child's name. And then all you need to do then is text them and let them know the item is there.
That's ALL you need to do. Although it was apparently for too complicated and tedious for this woman, because when I finished explaining, she just stared at me and said, "That'll take way too much time."
Um... Are you kidding me?
"Well, it's our standard process, everyone needs to go through it."
"Look, I don't think you understand, I have places to be. I can't be bother with something like this now."
And then she left. (Rather an understatement, with the way she forced the doors open...)
She never even told her who her kid was so we could deliver it, but he came down later and turns out he was a friend of mine. He was so embarrassed about his mom when I told him.
Mother of God... Whoever's idea this was....
So on one of the last few day before our break, I came to the office as normal, and the front office lady said there was a surprise waiting for us in the college room. (It has a bunch of college pamphlets and the like)
I come in, and I'm greeted to a giant table full of goodies..
Candy, chips, cheese dip, sodas, and even cupcakes that we could make on the spot!
Seriously whoever thought of this...
Murphy's Law for Office Aides
Okay, I had been talking about this. Whenever a parent has been an entitled pain in the butt and have finally left; they will always need us to deliver a notice instead of just texting the kid.
ALWAYS their kid will be on the other side of the school, second floor... (Bonus points if it's almost time for the bell to ring)
Either that... Or the
band hall.
Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE our school's band. They're extremely good and leave the crowds with their mouths hanging open after a performance.
But whenever I have to deliver a slip to the band hall.....
First off, I'm not allowed to give the message to students, even if it's for them. I need to give it to teachers. And with the way the band practices, each member will be playing their own parts, while the band director is teaching a group of his own. The band has multiple rooms connected to it, which means I often have to look for him in about ten different rooms, all the while jumping over and wading through different band student practicing on the floor.
Did I mention I'm having my eardrums blown out while all of this is happening?
Or even better, the student will be with the group that's practicing outside. I can't get to the teacher in that case seeing as how they are actually giving direction to the band on the director's tower (a place for the band director to stand and give orders to the marching band below through a megaphone, the physics classes also use it for their egg drop projects, it's that tall) so in that case I have to flag down one of the assistant directors through all of the noise, run back to the school, and always, ALWAYS the doors are locked. So then I have to pound on the door until someone sees me and let's me out of the heat/ cold/ rain (yes, I have had it where it suddenly started randomly raining when only minutes before there was hardly a cloud in the sky. Oh Texas...)
Well you're clearly not strong in the common sense department...
So one day the lady who works the front desk was sick and a sub filled in.
Mother of god...
I have never met someone who I thought, "Show me the ropes and I could probably do a better job than they could..." But then again.... *Looks at title*
Seriously though, I come in for my duties, and she glares at me, almost immediately starts jumping down my throat about how I shouldn't be in the office so early as a student (Office aide is my first period, and I do tend to get there pretty earlier than most, sometimes I beat Front Desk Lady to the office!
).
Then when I flashed my brightly colored Office aide "badge" (a card hanging from my neck), that meant nothing to her. Luckily one of the attendance ladies hear her shouting from next door and came to my rescue.
Then of course, she acted like nothing happened and that I was the sweetest little angel that had ever descended from the heavens!
But I don't even think she know where her own butt was. Multiple comments are as follows;
1) "So are you the only office aide I have all day?" Okay, to be fair, she didn't get a schedule but she knew I was a student? What, my teachers were going to give me private lessons while I was here?
2) Student comes in needing the front office... "Oh sorry, I have no idea where the front office is..." Um, YOU'RE WORKING IN IT?!"
3) Student needs to see Admin office, which is adjacent to the front office. She didn't know where that was either, I ended up escorting the student myself.
4) A dad and his kid come in, ask for a counselor. Lady picks up the phone and.... "Hello? Yes, these people need to see one of the counselors, do I send them down to the Counseling Office?" (In case you're wondering, we have four offices, Counseling, Attendance, Front [where I work], and the Administrators/ Admin Office) The two people in front of her looked at her like she was nuts.
The school lunatic
Minor thing, but I figured I'd put it her in case anyone was interested in hearing more about this girl, because what I have one her is another entry in itself.
Every time this girl comes in, I hide from her. Why? I mean she's a sophomore and with me as a senior and out-sizing her, I really should not threatened by her.
But as stated, she is an absolute nutcase.
As in mental hospital, sociopath, schizophrenic, you name anything of that nature, it would probably describe her.
Twice now, parents have come in to see me hiding under the table, under a desk, or in the unbuilt shelves we have in the drop-off center.
Would anyone like to hear how it came to be this way? Because if I put it here... this post would be WAAAAY too long.
Back to the bizarre world that is high school for me. Until next time...
Anyway, onto the stories!
Just saying, I REALLY HATE language barriers...
A man came in one morning and had something for his daughter. I'm running him through our process, as normal, and he seems to get progressively more agitated with me. Okay, okay, yeah it's kinda a simple process, I can take a hint. So I leave him be. He's been pretty quiet the entire time, so I didn't expect anything out of the ordinary.
That is until I tell him he needs to text his daughter and let her know he dropped off what she needed. And he just stares at me blankly. About 5 seconds and he says, "No hablo Ingles." Fan-freakin'-tastic....
I live close enough to Mexico (North Texas) to know some decent Spanish. But not enough for the particular situation. (I only know what I learned in class unfortunately)
I'm trying to come up with something that I could say and he then just shoves the item in my hands and storms off.
His daughter never got a text by the way. We went the easy route on that one and wrote her a pass. Of course she was in the absolute worse class to deliver to; Band. But more on that later.
Not ten minutes later, an older, Asian woman and pretty much the same thing... sigh...
For the love of god, you're just signing your and your kid's name...
So a woman comes in to the drop off center with something for her kid. So I run her through the process.
Usually we get so many compliments about how easy and simple this process is. You just sign the date, time, your name, and your child's name. And then all you need to do then is text them and let them know the item is there.
That's ALL you need to do. Although it was apparently for too complicated and tedious for this woman, because when I finished explaining, she just stared at me and said, "That'll take way too much time."
Um... Are you kidding me?
"Well, it's our standard process, everyone needs to go through it."
"Look, I don't think you understand, I have places to be. I can't be bother with something like this now."
And then she left. (Rather an understatement, with the way she forced the doors open...)
She never even told her who her kid was so we could deliver it, but he came down later and turns out he was a friend of mine. He was so embarrassed about his mom when I told him.
Mother of God... Whoever's idea this was....
So on one of the last few day before our break, I came to the office as normal, and the front office lady said there was a surprise waiting for us in the college room. (It has a bunch of college pamphlets and the like)
I come in, and I'm greeted to a giant table full of goodies..
Candy, chips, cheese dip, sodas, and even cupcakes that we could make on the spot!
Seriously whoever thought of this...
Murphy's Law for Office Aides
Okay, I had been talking about this. Whenever a parent has been an entitled pain in the butt and have finally left; they will always need us to deliver a notice instead of just texting the kid.
ALWAYS their kid will be on the other side of the school, second floor... (Bonus points if it's almost time for the bell to ring)
Either that... Or the
band hall. Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE our school's band. They're extremely good and leave the crowds with their mouths hanging open after a performance.
But whenever I have to deliver a slip to the band hall.....
First off, I'm not allowed to give the message to students, even if it's for them. I need to give it to teachers. And with the way the band practices, each member will be playing their own parts, while the band director is teaching a group of his own. The band has multiple rooms connected to it, which means I often have to look for him in about ten different rooms, all the while jumping over and wading through different band student practicing on the floor.
Did I mention I'm having my eardrums blown out while all of this is happening?
Or even better, the student will be with the group that's practicing outside. I can't get to the teacher in that case seeing as how they are actually giving direction to the band on the director's tower (a place for the band director to stand and give orders to the marching band below through a megaphone, the physics classes also use it for their egg drop projects, it's that tall) so in that case I have to flag down one of the assistant directors through all of the noise, run back to the school, and always, ALWAYS the doors are locked. So then I have to pound on the door until someone sees me and let's me out of the heat/ cold/ rain (yes, I have had it where it suddenly started randomly raining when only minutes before there was hardly a cloud in the sky. Oh Texas...)
Well you're clearly not strong in the common sense department...
So one day the lady who works the front desk was sick and a sub filled in.
Mother of god...
I have never met someone who I thought, "Show me the ropes and I could probably do a better job than they could..." But then again.... *Looks at title*
Seriously though, I come in for my duties, and she glares at me, almost immediately starts jumping down my throat about how I shouldn't be in the office so early as a student (Office aide is my first period, and I do tend to get there pretty earlier than most, sometimes I beat Front Desk Lady to the office!
).Then when I flashed my brightly colored Office aide "badge" (a card hanging from my neck), that meant nothing to her. Luckily one of the attendance ladies hear her shouting from next door and came to my rescue.
Then of course, she acted like nothing happened and that I was the sweetest little angel that had ever descended from the heavens!
But I don't even think she know where her own butt was. Multiple comments are as follows;
1) "So are you the only office aide I have all day?" Okay, to be fair, she didn't get a schedule but she knew I was a student? What, my teachers were going to give me private lessons while I was here?
2) Student comes in needing the front office... "Oh sorry, I have no idea where the front office is..." Um, YOU'RE WORKING IN IT?!"
3) Student needs to see Admin office, which is adjacent to the front office. She didn't know where that was either, I ended up escorting the student myself.
4) A dad and his kid come in, ask for a counselor. Lady picks up the phone and.... "Hello? Yes, these people need to see one of the counselors, do I send them down to the Counseling Office?" (In case you're wondering, we have four offices, Counseling, Attendance, Front [where I work], and the Administrators/ Admin Office) The two people in front of her looked at her like she was nuts.
The school lunatic
Minor thing, but I figured I'd put it her in case anyone was interested in hearing more about this girl, because what I have one her is another entry in itself.
Every time this girl comes in, I hide from her. Why? I mean she's a sophomore and with me as a senior and out-sizing her, I really should not threatened by her.
But as stated, she is an absolute nutcase.
As in mental hospital, sociopath, schizophrenic, you name anything of that nature, it would probably describe her.
Twice now, parents have come in to see me hiding under the table, under a desk, or in the unbuilt shelves we have in the drop-off center.
Would anyone like to hear how it came to be this way? Because if I put it here... this post would be WAAAAY too long.
Back to the bizarre world that is high school for me. Until next time...
Holy crap I wanna hear about the crazy girl! Sounds like she's needs her own thread.
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