I've been doing yard duty at Youngest's school ever since he started kindergarten. I volunteered because I wanted to hang with the needy bugger. And, let's face it, I never get to yell at my own kids enough to satisfy the sadist in me. I really should have had more than three.
About two years ago, I was coerced into becoming a paid employee because that's what the school's powers-that-be decided they wanted. And because some bitch took my shift because she signed up to get paid. Because it pays so very very very very much. Very.
With two exceptions all the people doing the yard duty do it to see their kids during the school day. I don't know, maybe some of them also do it to appease their inner sadist as well. The two exceptions do it for the money, and they do enough shifts to call it a part-time job. And they're sadists.
But the rest of us, maybe a dozen all told, would do it just to do it. Just to help out. Just to hang with their kids.
All of us, without exception, are "required to set goals." What are these goals? Heh, these are the goals:
Health and Safety Practices
Knowledge of Work
Judgment, Decision Making and Dependability
Planning and Organizing Work
Quality and Accuracy of Work
Operation and Care of Equipment/Work Area
Positive Interaction with Peers, Public and Pupils
Effective Use of Time/Meets Deadlines
And all of us, without exception, need to meet with the principal to review the goals.
I'm not sure where my one-and-only goal fits. "Not Laugh at the Idiocy of Such a Policy." Uh-oh, that might bring my "Work Attitude" score down.
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