I mentioned the snow yesterday. "Gently falling" I think I said. "Gently falling" eventually turned into "raging sideways". I'd look at the weather bug on my computer screen and see a "40" and think, "oh, it's warming up", and then realize that that was the wind speed.
Normally, I go off and do the crossing guard bit in the morning, the little kids settle into school, and I settle into not-crossing-guard stuff. I had not-crossing-guard stuff scheduled for today, smack dab in the middle of 2-hour-delay-kids-go-to-school time.
So last night, I called the vice principal and apologized for my inability to clone myself in time for the morning commute. She was very understanding, noting that those aren't my scheduled work hours anyway. Still, I didn't want to be a biotch about technicalities.
It's pretty slim pickings right now for crossing guards, of which the school has three. June is still out with her mystery injury. Young Eli, who has another part-time job at the school, recently vacated the north flank guard post. Until someone gets hired to replace Eli and until June is back in action, it's whoever can be coerced into wearing the hideous vests and getting out to cover Eli's and June's posts.
The school principal, in a characteristically well-prepped plan, had each staff member who is not a classroom teacher go through crossing guard training at the start of this school year. Yes, there is required training. Yes, there is a written test. Yes, I aced mine. What? It wasn't in the papers?
She smartly trained up an entire army of crossing guard reserves. With that, the vice principal told me she felt that my inept cloning ability wouldn't be a problem. I was free to go about my not-crossing-guard business without worry.
And so the streak has ended. Until today, I've never requested a sub in my entire illustrious 2+ year crossing guard career. Surprisingly, the school can operate without me after all.