We're working on creating next year's timetable for the school. This is a complex task which requires a lot of concentration and close co-operation with my two excellent colleagues. We tend to sit in my little office, next to the staffroom, with a little
do not disturb sign on the door.
This does not stop hordes of kids wanting their password changed (for the school computer system) or their internet quota extended, or cannot find their files. I gently tell them to naff off, I'm busy. Can't they read the sign. Go away.
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Forgot your password?
GO AWAY |
Then the stream of teachers wanting; days off, dental/doctor/sexual therapist appointments, lost markbooks, questions on reports, attendance, printing. I don't mind friendly "Hellos" in the morning (thanks Richard [of RBB]), but you would think that in the middle of a complex logic problem, when we're wrestling with a 4-Term, 8 class, 8 subject rotational section of the timetable, teachers could read the bloody sign and leave us alone. If I hear one more colleague open the door, see us crouched over a table covered in paper sheets, with the computer screen glowing from overwork, and comment "Oh, you're busy then", and then proceed to regale us with a tale about a missing file somewhere in the computer system, but cannot remember the name or what type or when it was saved, then I shall commit grievous assault on their bodies.
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My Gun Babe, used to commit grievous assault.
I get less complaints using this method. |
