Today we had a staff meeting; we have it every fortnight.
I was told this one however was special because this meeting is being called by St and An's group as they are having serious management problems due to having too many babies stuffed in their group; they have invited Stf and Tk to discuss the issue and find a plausible solution.
It made me laugh. Calling a meeting! Inviting Stf and Tk ! Nice words to use indeed. It doesn't take even a second's time or effort to guess the outcome of such a meeting, in fact any meeting with Stf and Tk, that it would result in a solution. And I was right.
Stf and Tk walked in. Stf wore a stunning off shoulder, backless short dress revealing her bosom as best as she could. I had no qualms in maliciously wanting that dress to slip away. I have no sympathies with her.
She had brought a cake for the staff which half the people didn't want to eat. I noticed Mk looked particularly disgusted with her.
The meeting began. It was mostly in German so there was a lot I couldn't understand but Jn was constantly translating for me and in any case I knew what was being talked about and was least interested in the discussion.
Mz, started complaining against Mk's father and mother in intolerably artificial tones. This is the only thing she excels at - sailing with the wind ! If the management had found Mk's parents to be good she would sing biblical hymns in their praise; it found them in error so naturally Mz would regard them as the most heinous criminals on this earth.
Stf and An started telling how they were facing endless problems because there were too many babies in the baby group with only two teachers to handle all of them. As I had guessed she said they should broach this matter later in September.
Mk's parents were discussed in the most derogatory terms. I hate the way our staff thinks or talks about parents in general. They need not hate them; their hatred and despise for them does nothing to make the school successful. Why do they forget that parents are as much a part of a school as its students or its teachers are?
I wasn't listening. Nor was Mk. I noticed he was absorbed in silently playing with a tiny wooden toy with an obvious sarcastic smile on his countenance.
'I know what's going on in your mind." I smiled at him. He smiled back.
"Are you really glad that you came back?" He commented and we broke into a helpless, frustrated, tragic, painful laughter that only we two could understand.
I was told this one however was special because this meeting is being called by St and An's group as they are having serious management problems due to having too many babies stuffed in their group; they have invited Stf and Tk to discuss the issue and find a plausible solution.
It made me laugh. Calling a meeting! Inviting Stf and Tk ! Nice words to use indeed. It doesn't take even a second's time or effort to guess the outcome of such a meeting, in fact any meeting with Stf and Tk, that it would result in a solution. And I was right.
Stf and Tk walked in. Stf wore a stunning off shoulder, backless short dress revealing her bosom as best as she could. I had no qualms in maliciously wanting that dress to slip away. I have no sympathies with her.
She had brought a cake for the staff which half the people didn't want to eat. I noticed Mk looked particularly disgusted with her.
The meeting began. It was mostly in German so there was a lot I couldn't understand but Jn was constantly translating for me and in any case I knew what was being talked about and was least interested in the discussion.
Mz, started complaining against Mk's father and mother in intolerably artificial tones. This is the only thing she excels at - sailing with the wind ! If the management had found Mk's parents to be good she would sing biblical hymns in their praise; it found them in error so naturally Mz would regard them as the most heinous criminals on this earth.
Stf and An started telling how they were facing endless problems because there were too many babies in the baby group with only two teachers to handle all of them. As I had guessed she said they should broach this matter later in September.
Mk's parents were discussed in the most derogatory terms. I hate the way our staff thinks or talks about parents in general. They need not hate them; their hatred and despise for them does nothing to make the school successful. Why do they forget that parents are as much a part of a school as its students or its teachers are?
I wasn't listening. Nor was Mk. I noticed he was absorbed in silently playing with a tiny wooden toy with an obvious sarcastic smile on his countenance.
'I know what's going on in your mind." I smiled at him. He smiled back.
"Are you really glad that you came back?" He commented and we broke into a helpless, frustrated, tragic, painful laughter that only we two could understand.
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