This week was hectic to say the least.
At Spin City (where I work) I am in charge of booking
and guiding school tours through the city hall, fire
and police stations. These are generally public schoolers
in kindergarten through 5th grade.
I don't book all the tours, however. If they don't need
transportation, or if they are only going to one facility
they book with other employees in the system.
I had two tours booked this week, Wednesday and Thursday...in the afternoon.
Wedesday's tour went off without out a hitch.
On Thursday morning I was in the process of e-mailing
my boss to tell him I was coming in half hour late because I had given
the B-girl some cough medicine and I was waiting a few minutes
before taking her to school---when--he called me.
He told me my school tour booked for the afternoon was
sitting in council chambers waiting for me at that very moment.
I looked at the clock...9:10 a.m.
I told him that was not possible.
He said it was.
All kinds of thoughts went through my head. Why would they be there now? Weren't they booked for afternoon? Did I book a class I don't remember? What the heck is going on around here?
So I tell the B-girl to get her coat on and that she's coming to work with me for a few minutes before school. She didn't
like the idea, but had no say in the matter. We go screamin'
out of the house and onto my work.
I get to the city council room and there sit 45 school children with some
and two teachers. I tell B-girl to sit down. She tell me she doesn't know any kids. I explain to her in my "just do it" voice that every new friend is only one"hello
" away. She sits down with a frustrated look on her face. I find the teacher and ask
her what school they are from
"We are St. Genevive
." she said.
no booking for St. Genevieve
today" I say.
"Yes you do!" she replies
After three minutes of useless banter I extract the information that this class
has been booked for the
court and fire station and they booked with one of the judges.
"Why are you here at city
hall," I finally ask.
"Oh this is city hall?" "I thought it was the court," she replied.
The students were older than my normal tours, probably fifth grade,
for the teacher they began making comments like
"Hey this is the city hall she brought us to the wrong building ha ha." I told her where the court was and informed her
it was within walking distance. She practically begged me to guide them there so I gathered them all up, my kid included, and took them to the court building.
At the court we run into the court officer (who knows me) and I explain to him
this class is do in the judge's court. He tells the teacher where the judge's courtroom isupstairs
and she asks if I could guide them. I try to explain to them that I am leaving at
this point but the officer says,
will take you up."
I try to explain to the court officer that "this is not my tour" and he laughs thinking I am cracking a joke. I have brought tours there before so why would he think otherwise? So my daughter
and I reluctantly take the class upstairs
to the courtroom.
At this point I am ready to make my get away and take my daughter to school
when the judge decides they are too many children and the class should be divided
in half and the reaminder taken to the fire station.
The male teacher who was taking the other half to the fire station, who was very cute and a bit more lucid than the other teacher, asked if I could guide them to the facility, again, within walking distance. Not beeing able to tell this really nice guy no I smile
and before I can answer
B-girl shouts loud enough for all to hear
"Follow me I know how to get there." So we follow my daughter to the fire station.
There I drop off the class and try to explain to the
firefighters that although I am dropping this class off
"They are not my tour." I attempt to explain
that my tour would be there at 12:45
and I would be back then. Nobody understood this particular tout was not my tour--except for my daughter--who has involuntarily learned some aspects of my job as I drag her to various events with me. Any time is quality time, right?
Once we get all the kids into the fire station I explain to the teacher that after his tour of the fire station is over he should return to the court where they will see the court in session and the other half of the students should then come to the fire station.
He thanked me for the help and
right in front of this seemingly
caring instructor of education,
right in front of all the students
we so carefully guided through thespin
right in front
of the two firefighters.
what does my daughter say to me?
Will you please take me to school now?
I could be
And right in front of all these nice, friendly folks,
what do I answer?
"Don't worry kid
you just don't
know it yet!"