Parting shot

Basically, the director of special ed. made me miserable and was a large reason why I left my jobby-job. She was hypocritical in that I would get reamed for things other teachers did constantly.

I have been avoiding her like the plague, but was forced to see her when I turned in my reports today. Yesterday I turned in files, but she wasn't in the office at that time. As soon as she heard I turned them in, though, she must have decided to make sure I did my job. Today she sent a lackey in tell me that Jane Doe's file was not turned in. I assured her it was.

Today I dropped off the last of my reports, only to have the director tell me there is a missing file. I assured her that when I got them gathered together, Jane Doe's file was there. I checked it off my list.

Supposedly both she and her secretary looked for it twice, to no avail.

I said I knew there were no more files at school, but I would happily check my computer desk to see if I had left it at home. I knew I hadn't, but what else could I say.

She had a flash in her eyes, as if to say, "Liar! You lost the file!" Instead, she verbalized, "You need to go to that box and locate it now before you go home."

Guess what...I walked right to where she put my files and pulled it out. Seriously. It was right there.

She was crestfallen.

I said, "Good bye," and left that district forever.