Monday, May 20, 2013

Talk About an Ingrate

That would be me.

As if you didn't already know.

I just received this via email, sent from the woman who has been handling our frozen fruit bar fundraiser sales for the fifth grade. (Don't you frickin' dare call them Popsicles. Firstly, that's a trademarked name. (Thus the capitalization.) Secondly, those are filled with sugar and are verboten by our school district.

The email?


Volunteer Breakfast - May 23
This year the school staff is hosting a volunteer appreciation breakfast. 

We would like to invite all classroom and school volunteers to join us in the multipurpose room Thursday, May 23 between 8:00 - 8:30am. School age children, kindergarten through 5th grade, will have supervision on the playground starting at 8:00. Childcare will be provided indoors for children ages 2 to 5. We hope you can join us!

Please help spread the word as we are not sending individual invitations as in years past.   

Why so pissy, you wonder? Those individual invitations from staff and teachers in years past at least made you feel as if your efforts to help in the classroom and/or at the school were acknowledged. Maybe those efforts were even appreciated?

But an email forwarded by a parent?

Wow. Gee. Could you spare the time? I know how tedious and what an arduous task it was in the past to slap my name on a photocopied invitation. So glad to have done all that shit work for you. (And, yes, for my kid, too, but he already thanks me all the time.)

Fuck that.


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