really?
A-holes that think they are better than everyone else really make me angry.
I am sorry, I really try to like this co-worker of mine, but some days, I want to wring his neck.
He is older and he has seen and done a lot of things in his life. He claims to have double dated with Crick (of Waston & Crick fame). He always has (long) stories to share. As a teacher, he sets the bar VERY high, but if students come to him for help, he seems pretty receptive.
But then there is today.
He was chatting on the phone with another teacher and dropped the f-bomb about 6 times in one minute, all referring to a student. My favorite part was when he said, "I would just tell the little girl to go f herself."
REALLY?!
Okay, I get it, we are not a typical school. There are not hundreds of small prying ears listening for our every screw up. But we do have parents, families, and political figures walking past our cubicles every day. More often than not, they are stopping by his cubicle because of his status as "staff elder", beloved by all admin.
Now, perhaps it was a mistake. Perhaps he was just extraordinarily frustrated. However, it is every day that I am hearing f-this, f-that from his cube. Whatever, some people have potty mouths, but realize that we are a school and you need to have your teacher filter on! Even if you have a potty mouth, it is completely and utterly inappropriate to talk about a student that way, even to another teacher. Cubicle walls are not sound-proof.
So, because I was fed-up, I tattled on him. That is right, I told my supervisor. Honestly, that sort of talk grates on my ears, but when I am trying to focus and do recordings and things like that, it is worse.
She walked over and told him to watch his language. He meekly complied... and proceeded to get back on the phone with the same teacher as soon as she walked away and made fun of her for scolding him about his language.
Seriously, who the f do you think YOU are?
He also said he thought he knew who tattled. It was not me he suspected. But today, between his mouth and the trash that comes out of the other end of his body (CONSTANT loud juicy smelly farts - not nearly as funny as you might find it on tv or youtube), I wanted to march over and be like, you know what, go f yourself!
The worst part about it is that he really thinks his poop doesn't stink. And it does. Literally and figuratively.
I really really really try to be understanding that he has this entitlement issue, and that, yes, in certain respects, he IS entitled to act how he wants. I try to keep in mind the good things, like when he finds an article he is dying to share with you or an example you could use in class (though I suspect he does this to show off his OWN knowledge... his smug look that follows your blank one when you do not know the answer to his million dollar question is proof in my mind). But stop being an a-hole within my hearing distance because it makes me want to punch you in the face. Hard.
I am sorry, I really try to like this co-worker of mine, but some days, I want to wring his neck.
He is older and he has seen and done a lot of things in his life. He claims to have double dated with Crick (of Waston & Crick fame). He always has (long) stories to share. As a teacher, he sets the bar VERY high, but if students come to him for help, he seems pretty receptive.
But then there is today.
He was chatting on the phone with another teacher and dropped the f-bomb about 6 times in one minute, all referring to a student. My favorite part was when he said, "I would just tell the little girl to go f herself."
REALLY?!
Okay, I get it, we are not a typical school. There are not hundreds of small prying ears listening for our every screw up. But we do have parents, families, and political figures walking past our cubicles every day. More often than not, they are stopping by his cubicle because of his status as "staff elder", beloved by all admin.
Now, perhaps it was a mistake. Perhaps he was just extraordinarily frustrated. However, it is every day that I am hearing f-this, f-that from his cube. Whatever, some people have potty mouths, but realize that we are a school and you need to have your teacher filter on! Even if you have a potty mouth, it is completely and utterly inappropriate to talk about a student that way, even to another teacher. Cubicle walls are not sound-proof.
So, because I was fed-up, I tattled on him. That is right, I told my supervisor. Honestly, that sort of talk grates on my ears, but when I am trying to focus and do recordings and things like that, it is worse.
She walked over and told him to watch his language. He meekly complied... and proceeded to get back on the phone with the same teacher as soon as she walked away and made fun of her for scolding him about his language.
Seriously, who the f do you think YOU are?
He also said he thought he knew who tattled. It was not me he suspected. But today, between his mouth and the trash that comes out of the other end of his body (CONSTANT loud juicy smelly farts - not nearly as funny as you might find it on tv or youtube), I wanted to march over and be like, you know what, go f yourself!
The worst part about it is that he really thinks his poop doesn't stink. And it does. Literally and figuratively.
I really really really try to be understanding that he has this entitlement issue, and that, yes, in certain respects, he IS entitled to act how he wants. I try to keep in mind the good things, like when he finds an article he is dying to share with you or an example you could use in class (though I suspect he does this to show off his OWN knowledge... his smug look that follows your blank one when you do not know the answer to his million dollar question is proof in my mind). But stop being an a-hole within my hearing distance because it makes me want to punch you in the face. Hard.
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