Well, fiddlestix! Today I get email bright and early from the assistant to the principal regarding my email to the SpEd teacher who needs SpEd himself. Seems he was so outraged by my demands to actually have a team meeting he was beside himself and couldn't respond, so went to his boss. Fine with me, I like her and have a lot of respect for her.
She emails me saying that the tone of my email was adversarial. Uh, you think? Sure it was adversarial. I was PISSED and I told him I was pissed. I also said that I'm not particularly nice when annoyed, remember? Anyhow, she wanted to make peace. I sent her back a copy of Mr SpEd's email, with a statement attached about how this adversarial little conflict happened and why. I get back another email with her getting why I was ticked, and guess what? The teachers can't wait to meet with me. They're chomping at the bit. It's like they won free tickets to the World Series or something. Emails from her secretary suggesting convenient times, like 8:00 am is EVER convenient. Two of them. Dying to get me to tell her when my time slots are free so they can rush to the conference room and perhaps provide a spa-like atmosphere. Maybe some meditation, or at least some fine wine.
It's just amazing how much can be accomplished with just those few words "I might have to contact my attorney." It's like whole world opens up and light dawns over the collective Marbleheads or something. Whatever. I don't particularly appreciate playing hardball, but man, do not cross this mother.
You know that scene in "The Harder They Come" when Jimmy Cliff says "Don't Fuck Wid Me" as he's crossing his opponent's chest with a knife. Zoro-like? That's me. Just don't fuck wid me. Stumble It! JBlog Me