Saturday, August 27, 2005

working for idiots

last night I sold tickets at the football game...not a big deal..really - I have done it a thousand times...so why am I telling you this...well because -

as I am leaving the game I find out that I am going to get a nasty email on Monday or something like that because after we stopped selling tickets in the third quarter I went and sat down with our friend Leigh Ann - this is normal..

Apparently there were a lot of fights at the gate...so this is apparently my fault - mine and the other three folks working the gate- we were told we could leave once the ticket sales were done...the rules were changed after we left...please someone spare me..

meanwhile - the police and the other 7 or 8 administrators were standing on the field watching the game...really I wish I was joking...

So I am really mad - I was just trying to make a little money - do something nice for the school, avoid the football wive's club, etc... I REFUSE to be a police officer at football games...especially when the administrators stand in the end zone and chat...I am pretty sure that no fist fights are going to break out down there at least none that the men in striped shirts can't break up...

I was fuming last night...not because this is such a big deal, but because this kind of crap happens weekly if not daily...I cannot tell you how little patience I have for this kind of ridiculous stupidity...never in my 5 years have I been told that I have to stand at the gate for the entire game and play bouncer - never...until they have all these problems and now the rules change...so I am pissed off...

so there you have it - I work for idiots! the problem is...this is the best gig in education I have ever had...so Monday - I will go back to the hell hole and smile like normal...but I needed to vent...so this was the best place I could think to do it...did I mention that my boss's name is Nutt...really - just go ahead and make your own jokes about that...hope everyone has a nice weekend...we are getting ready for the party on Friday...anyone up for Sunday...

2 comments:

mep said...

Katie and I are in for Sunday. We'll work out the details later.

Umm,yeah- administrators are old football coaches and most police men are there to relive their high school glory days while they strut around proving to the world that once again, rednecks with guns demand authority. So no, I'm not surprised, why would they be anywhere else during a football game?

As for you being blamed, I'd tell them that if you had been there when the fights broke out, you would have immediately left anyway. Women don't break up fights right.. that's what we're always told to do (and least me- "If there is a fight don't try to break it up, find a male teacher or administrator."). So there would have been no difference in the outcome.

I have broken up one fight- between two girls and all the faculty had a laugh because I put one of them in a headlock but got buried, so when the whole thing was broken up there I was on the bottom of the pile. The administrator said, "Oh, Coach Pethel, what are you doing under there?"

The only time I ever had a fight and needed parents escorted from the premises.. no resource officier/security to be found. I'm wholly convinced the uniform in many cases is all for show (and least in the school capacity).

Personally I think the cops should have to take up tickets. They don't do much else.

Sorry about your night.

katie said...

alright, mary ellen already stole my thoughts. i was actually going to say the same thing in regards to women being left alone to handle the situation. it's completely ludicrous! under no circumstance should two women be left alone to man that kind of operation. not because you aren't capable of doing it, but because of a situation exactly like this. thusly if you are called to the carpet about this, you throw them the sex card. you tell them that YOU did not feel safe not having an official nearby. where were the police at that gate? etc...etc.. because i will tell you right now, had something happened to you, you could have slapped a big old fat lawsuit on their asses and this conversation would be an absolute moot point! effing morons. tell them to put that in their pipe and smoke it.
whew. i feel better now!