At the risk of losing my job, I am going to rant about a parent. I do not teach her child. This parent purchased a full page ad in the yearbook and she thinks she now owns me, the talent of my yearbook staff, and my school.
She turned in her artwork two months late. The lesson I have learned from all of this is refund the money. Nothing is worth this harassment.
Not only did she submit her artwork two months late, but she supplied 67 photos for her ad. Any idiot knows that 67 photos on a 9 x 12 inch page (with no bleeds, and .5 border) will be less than 1 inch square. Hello. The limit is 20 pictures. End of story. Don't I wish.
But because we "aim to please," we worked with this mother (f.....). We tried to build an ad for her lovely son, and we invited her to the newsroom to consult with us, and because I was out sick, she abused my advertising manager - who tried to accommodate her and made a new ad for her. When she saw her proof, she went off, to put it mildly. "NO! NO! NO!" she wrote on her proof.
Long story short, I told the mom she could take her artwork and pay a professional designer @ $85.00 an hour to design her ad for her. In three days.
Same mom has been back to the school to abuse the front office staff. "Where's my proof? I want to see Ms. Lyons! I paid $300 for this!" bla, bla, bla.
To Mrs. Mom: You need to get a grip. Look into my eyes. Hug your son. Two sets of our parents don't get to do that right now because their sons are dead. I am too busy right now to accommodate your delinquent needs because I have REAL parents who need my attention, 142 kids in my classroom who need me to teach them how to grieve and deal with the realities of life, a newspaper and a yearbook to manage, 80 pages of yearbook to lock up, and my own life to live (with my own family to attend to). Your tardy ad and ass can WAIT.
I have never felt so strongly about teaching a PARENT how to behave. Do you have any idea that there are other people who have bigger things in life to do than to accommodate your sorry ass?
You send me an email at 2:16 pm (about the time the fire drill bell rings) telling me that you are going to the grocery store and then stopping by the school to see your re-proof, and then have the NERVE to fuss at the office staff? You have NO appointment with me. I'm in my classroom redirecting the attention of 30 sophomores to the merits of Julius Caesar after a fire drill - oblivious to the chaos you are causing in the front office.
You have SOME nerve! I am so looking forward to the day I tell you this to your face - and it will be very soon. Like I said, hug your son. That is what really matters.
Get a grip.
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