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20 August 2007 @ 04:42 pm
Just 'cause I'm on the grill...  
Doesn't mean I want to be talked down to, and really I have to say this is probably more a situation of me stressing and then adding more stress to it.

See, what happened this morning was that Jon and I were ready to head out to his first day of VPK. A quick aside, Abby will be at the same school that Rachel has started teaching this year.

So, Jon and I get to his room to find out we'll have to head to the office to fill out some registration paperwork. No big deal, but I distinctly remember doing this several months ago.

We walk across campus and walk into the cacophony that was the front office. Okay, I'll just follow the lead of the other parents who were sent up for the same express purpose. An office staff person proceeds to assist another VPK parent, so I politely tap her on her shoulder and ask--in what can be very clearly construed as English--"Excuse me ma'am, I'm also here with my son about VPK and need to fill out paperwork?"

She looks at me as if my head has transformed into a manifestation of Cthulhu itself and then begins a machine gun rattling off of commands to me. In Spanish. I mentally, if not physically, begin to twitch and very sternly--heck, I'm absolutely SURE I was rude--bark at her, "In ENGLISH!"

She paused for a moment and then kept speaking to me--in essence telling me that Jon is not on the list and I'll have to wait.

Minutes later, I run into the liaison that helped get us set up a long while ago at school (she too is puzzled because, see, we've filled out papers all the way back in oh, say, January) and another person calls out Jon's name. Jon's folder has been found and it is missing a proof of residence. While I am reading what forms of proof are acceptable and whipping out my wallet, said person yells, "It can't be a Driver's LICENSE!" To which I reply, "I know! I am getting my VOTER REGISTRATION CARD!"

What, people don't walk around with those in their wallets?

So, proof has been provided and we're told we are good to go.

I have to say, that experience didn't do a lot to set me at ease for Jon's first day of school. He did very well though, according to his teachers.

P.S. -- he's home telling Rachel, "I LOVE mah teachers!"
 
 
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Michael: 790servermonkey on August 31st, 2007 02:28 pm (UTC)
I ran into that lady again when trying to get hang tags for our vehicles so that we're allowed to pick up Jonothan from school.

We did not speak to each other.
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Michael: Machu Picchuservermonkey on August 31st, 2007 02:45 pm (UTC)
Nah, I just wished her a painful fate using the ancient silent wishing of painful fates ritual from the ancient Incas...

Actually, someone I had a run into with at one of Rachel's old schools befell a horrible fate after I performed said ritual. I feel a little bit guilty about that.