Today, when I checked the mail, I found B's teacher assignment in my mailbox. I did NOT, however, find the information I was looking for so I am able to claim the financial aid refund sitting in my UNT account.
As soon as I opened the letter (after hesitating for about .42 seconds while contemplating waiting for B to be home to open it), I text my friend who also works at B's school to find out if her daughter would be in B's class again. Sadly, it was not meant to be...
As soon as I had her name (let's call her Mrs. H.), I looked her up on the school website and discovered that this was her first year at our school, but she had been teaching for several years at another school in our district. And then my friend set me straight when she told me the server was down and that was last year's information.
Thank God for yearbooks.
I started asking around (we have several neighbors with kids B's age) to see if anyone was in his class. Nobody. Not one. SO, I'm feeling a little anxious, although, finding out who isn't in the class is almost as good because you can cross a lot of names off the list.
And then I started thinking about little gifts we could take for "Meet the Teacher" night...not because I'm a suck-up (or because I want B to be one), but because I know she must be very patient to deal with 3rd graders. Let's face it...this is kind of a BIG year. Division, fractions, multiplication, STAAR testing...man, I hate that standardized testing.
I've been assured that she is a patient woman and tons of fun...the kind of teacher who will jump up on the desk to get attention or call for a mandatory dance party when the need to wiggle around is too powerful to ignore.
And, to be honest, I'm really excited to meet her.
Really.
N and I went to dinner at Applebees tonight, with the idea of having dinner "unplugged." It didn't last long. Not because we didn't have anything to say to each other, but because the table that ended up next to us was absolutely awful.
They had our server running all over, answering questions, making changes, sending the manager over to explain why things couldn't be substituted...and then, when it seemed calm and he'd just put in their order, they changed it.
All. Of. It.
After we left, leaving him a note and a good tip to compensate for the fact that we knew the other table wouldn't, I called the store and spoke to the manager. So many people complain to management, and very few compliment the service they receive unless there's something in it for them. The manager knew exactly what table I was talking about, and he sighed heavily. And then? The bombshell! "This is his first week on the floor...he's had some positive feedback, but nobody has taken the time and energy to call me to talk to me about a positive experience with any employee."
Y'all. I felt so sorry for the whole situation. That server went out of his way to be kind, patient, and accommodating, and all the table did was complain. Not only that, but they were there setting a terrible example for their two small (impressionable) children...probably B's age.
After we got home, I did what I've been avoiding for a week or so...I ordered my textbooks for school. I also *HAD* to order some more lotion from Bath & Body Works because they only have my smell online, and I hate when I run out. I even took my stash from Houston this weekend when I was there visiting my dad. PLUS, if I purchased today, I received a full-size apple soap and apple/rum/something magical lotion, too...which I will never use personally, but I bet a teacher would like it. Soapbox: I love plain, old, regular Cherry Blossom from B&BW. Not Japanese Cherry Blossom...the regular one. And it's not in stores except for the soap is every once in a while during the rubber duck clearance sale. And only sometimes. And I love it...and if anyone purchases it for me, you're guaranteed BFF (aka "Biffle") status for life.
But, I digress...back to textbooks. I've been holding out hope that my refund would magically appear, but there's been a snag.
Shocker. No, really. The reason for the delay?
(Wait for it...it's worth it, I promise!)
My address is too many characters. Yes, seriously. I mean...I have so much control over the length of my address, right? I guess I could move, but that's taking it a little too far, I think. After being on hold with multiple departments for almost an entire workday, I finally shortened my address and within 24 hours, my address had been "approved" (thank you, so much, for approving my address...I feel so validated) and my card was supposedly shipped. So, now I'm deep in the throes of the waiting game, and I am not a patient person.
Just ask my kids.
Aubs
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