I call up Ginger Warrior as soon as Sin and
King Ted are out the door of my office. He had a call from Ato S some 5 minutes
before i called, informing that today would be my last day at school!
I read him the letter, and tel him my
response to it. “You’re fucking mad Mountain” he says, “i’d be on the way to
the airport by now”.
Deputies Ms J and Mr Z are informed; Ms J is in tears, and Mr Z is
as white as a native Ethiopian can turn in complete shock. I tell them not to
worry and hoping to take next Monday’s
morning staff briefing.
I go into my office on Saturday morning to
get on with some work, and, on impulse, i decide to call Pa for some advise.
Like GW his response is a hearty mazel tov but warns me that it might be my
school, but the building is the property of the General Manager and it is quite
possible i might be refused entry into the building on Monday. He’s totally
right, and rather than finish off the final Behaviour and Discipline Policy, i
end up packing up my meagre possessions, and transferring my electronic work
documents to my flash drive. My predecessor wiped all his files from the
computer, but i am determined that my unfortunate successor will at least have some
basis to work from.
I wait for the guard to take his lunch and
sneak off site with my few treasures.
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