383. Teachers need training (2)

 Of ourse there was none. And that I would remember next time I was asked the infuriating Monday question : did you not see your mail?

So I decided that it was best to ignore all of this and enjoy the rest of the weekend. Bubble bath, cocktail, chick lit novel, you name it ANYTHING but planning for the possible face-to-face training session a one-hour drive away. I'd get up early and surely there would be a mail and I'd get organised accordingly.

Of course I did not get up extra early (unlike my husband I am not a morning person) and after the usual shouting at the bottom of the top stairs to Baby I went downstairs to check my mail. A first in my life I think! I mean I had to dress accordingly. If the thing was online I wasn't even going to get dressed and could easily have a just-as-healthy breakfast in front of my screen, couldn't I?

I reloaded the page three times. No reply. Nothing. And I sent it to four people. I mean what were people doing at the weekends? Ignoring my mails, that's why!

I picked up the phone. The receptionist answered promptly and efficiently and I had never before had a answer promptly and efficiently! Was everyone in this world except me a morning person? The secretary was exceptionally alert to and simply assured me that if she did not answer it is because she does not have the information. She repeated this three times. Well if she did not have the information someone else was bound to have it.

'Could you put me through to the head, please?'

'Certainly.' Bang. Clang. Done.

The sound of me man's voice at 7:30 AM is something I will have to work on very hard to describe accurately. 

'What's all this contradictory information?' I asked, tone of voice firm considering I am in my PJs and dressing gown with my hair all messed up. I know I can see it all in Baby's look on her face. 

'So what is it to be? Online or not online? In class in front of my students or away to a training session? Because you know I do want to be considered absent and my pupils, they will be waiting for me!'

'No. No no they won't be waiting for you. You have to go. I mean what time is it now? Almost 8. You've got to go!'

That man! Straight out of a Netflix comedy series.

I went to get ready. Not rushing or anything. I mean they should send clear instructions if they want prompt reactions. Yet little by little I started to rush things until I was in a complete mad rush and left the house with no breakfast, no pack-lunch, no battery in my phone, my shoe laces undone and no petrol in the car ...


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