While I was at work today I received a call from the office staff of the middle school where our 5th graders are going to go next year. She said, “Are you the office person?” I was like, “Yeah!” She goes, “Good. Our Counselor wanted me to call you and ask you to please have the labels ready by Tuesday.”
At this point, I knew as much about “The Labels” as you do. Absolutely nothing. So I replied, “What labels?”
She said, “I don’t know.”
I said, “I’m in my first year at this job, so I’m not sure what labels you guys get from us.”
She said, “It’s my first year, too. I don’t know, either.”
So I told her, hey, no big deal, just tell your counselor that I’m not sure what she means, and have her give me a call. She agreed and we hung up. I assumed that she wanted labels with information about our 5th graders that will be at their school next year, but I had no clue as to what size label she wanted or what information she needed the labels to contain. Or why she needed them by Tuesday.
Hours later, as I was on my way out the door for the day, the phone rang. I saw on the caller ID that it was the counselor from the middle school, so I set down my bags and answered the phone.
She asked, “Is this the office person?”
I answered, “Yes, hi, thanks for calling me back.”
She continued, “I understand that you had a question about the labels.”
I said, “Yes, I was wondering if you could tell me more about what it is that you need.”
And I swear to God, this is what that woman said: “Well, it’s like paper, but it’s sticky on the back. And you can attach it to things like folders or paper without having to use tape.”
I flexed every muscle in my body. I used my teeth to still my tongue. I pressed my knees against the edges of my desk, and wrapped my fist around the telephone so tightly that it creased my cord permanently.
I said, “Yes. I know what labels are. I was just wondering if perhaps you could tell me about what information you’d like the labels to contain.”
I am still dumbfounded. It’s like paper, she said. But sticky on the back.
Um, the best part of this story? That apparently the first lady who called you didn’t know what labels are.
whoooow. I’m so sorry dear that you have to deal with that type of incompentence. But my gosh it makes for excellent blogging. Let me go pick myself up off the floor.
Also, S. is right, the other girl’s first year learning curve is going to be rough.
Just kill her & get it over with. Maybe you have the stock of labels for the whole school system contained in your desk drawer?
you should sue for intelligence discrimination.
daddy
LOL! wish i could have heard your rant. S2 said it was hilarious.
Guh.
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This made me laugh so hard. It takes a real moron to think someone is stupid enough to not know what a label is.
why does the concept of “vague” have to exist?
Wow, that counselor was stupid. She explained what a label was when you wanted to know what she wanted on them. Other than sticky on the back.