We Fight

"TIME OUT!"

These are the words bellowed at children that just gave a teacher a hug.

Since when is hugging the new crime?

My job . . . well, if you want to call it a job, has jumped from normal to the ridiculous. Well, if you would call what we do normal.

Recently, the office people have been in a puff. A permanent puff. A puff of crazy rules that are so incredulous, that you would stop reading this if it were a fiction piece. But it's not.

Since when do kids get in trouble for trying to ask for permission to get out of their seats by getting out of their seats to ask for permission?

And how would you feel if your child was signed up for boarding school rather than day camp?

Does blowing whistles really solve every problem? I think not.

If you haven't guessed yet, yes, I am venting. Get over it. Seriously. This isn't a blow on my job or it's incapable staff. It's not even a gesture to say that I'm going to do something about it's incompetencey. I'm stating the facts, people, and facts are what you'll get.

Sorry for the complaint, but how terrible is it that I cannot even defend my own job? What is it, like 90% of Americans hate their jobs?

The ironic part is that I don't hate my job. What I do hate are the things I watch and am unable to put a stop to. Unnecessary punishments, over-the-top rules, normal gestures turning into crime scenes, and a whistle that will never run out of juice.

I know that every workplace has its problems, and not for the first time, the problems at mine are getting worse. The difference this time is that they are getting so blown out of proportion, and half of the staff lies relentless.

I'm working on taking action. I don't know how, but I don't like sitting on the sidelines, and I'm definitely not a bench-warmer.

I fight, along with my co-workers. And what we fight is one ridiculous fight.