After all the “fun” from Grandparents’ Day on Saturday, the school is quite a mess. Upper management expects us to be pristine in our appearance, but we found out they won’t pay for a cleaning service to come in and take care of it. Guess who gets to do the cleaning…I’ll give you three guesses and the first two don’t count. (Funny, I don’t remember applying for a janitorial service job.)
Marjorie’s surgery went well, and I am muddling through her duties, as well as mine, as best I can. I still don’t have a password to get into the accounting portion of the school’s computer system. Linda has called at least twice now to find out why it has been held up. Today she was told that the person who assigns the passwords forgot to do it; the time before, Linda was told the person had been on vacation. I don’t really care, but the owners will care very much shortly when they don’t get their precious tuition checks processed and deposited in their bank account.
So far, the only “perk” to taking on Marjorie’s duties is that I also (albeit, temporarily) get to sit at her desk. No more perching on the broken cane chair for Annie for a few weeks! Hurray! My backside is grateful.