do you miss me??

Has anyone ever said, "When I grow up, I want to be a human resource"?

I don't think that thought ever occurred to me, and yet, here I am!

I actually have a day off today - well, except for crossing guard.  Sometimes I forget that that's a "job", but they keep paying me the big bucks every month, so I guess it is.  In return, I'm required to occasionally prove that I am both human and a resource.

So I had to go up to the school today and be trained in various human resource matters.  I now know not to do drugs while in the crosswalk, among other things.

I was there with June and brand new crossing guard, Eli.  Eli is a funky young guy in his early 20's.  He also works part-time for school maintenance - mostly as a groundskeeper.  Anyway, he showed up wearing a fedora to accentuate his hideous vest, a look that works for him.  I need to get cracking on his graphic persona.

The three of us were sitting there in little chairs in the computer lab at school, clicking through our respective Power Points, when in marched a class of kindergartners for their computer time.  Don't get me wrong.  I love the kindergartners.

It's the kindergarten curriculum...

I was sitting there reading about all the grey shades of sexual harassment when the teacher turned on some AWFUL music to learn the alphabet by.  And it was loud LOUD LOUD!  Dang, I was really getting into the sex harassment presentation too.  Eli, June, and I looked at each other, silently conveying "I can't STAND this racket, can you?!?  This is why we work OUTSIDE!!"

I put on a pair of nearby headphones, and the other two followed my lead.  The earphones did absolutely nothing to filter out the cacophony.

I understand that the military does stuff like that as a form of torture.  Now I know why.  I, for one, would totally cave.

I somehow managed to get through all of my training.  There were 5 modules in all, but I don't remember anything after sex harassment.  I quicked logged off and got the heck out of the torture chamber.  Before leaving school, I thought I should check my much-neglected staff mailbox, which was stuffed.  For one, I got another school t-shirt that had been sitting since day one.  Yay!  Just in time for the cold weather.

Also among the mail was a "missing child" ID card of me.  (?)

Have you seen this child?

The photo company that does the school pics provides these ID's for each child at school, but this was a first time I got one of me.  

I assume the whole staff got them?  Since we had our pics taken by the same company, and they just crank out ID's for the entire school?  

Or do they just know that I might need looking after?

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