It was a beautiful day, clear, crisp, and cold. All seemed well as I arrived home from work, set down my schoolbag, hung up my coat, brought in the mail, and checked the phone messages.
1) a call from the plumber's office wanting to reschedule our remodel date for the downstairs bathroom, offering a discount if we're able to be flexible. We can do that.
2) a call from Amigo's school. "This is the Robot High School Attendance office calling to let you know that your child has been marked absent from one or more class periods today. Please call the attendance office at this number ...yada, yada, yada..." AARGH!! Now what?
I called immediately and cut through the recorded message to get a real person, thinking naively that this person could help. She confirmed that he'd been marked absent from second hour. Second hour; he no longer has a class second hour. He goes with his special P.E. teacher second hour except Tuesdays, when he has a voice lesson in the choir room. The secretary told me she knew Amigo and was sure he'd take care of everything the next morning. Unfortunately, she was the one who had the last half of the alphabet, and Amigo being in the first half, the other secretary would have his information -- the other one, who'd gone home at 3:00. The robo-call? I found it just shy of 4.
I sent off an email to all the involved parties asking them to correct the error. Amigo knew his schedule and told me everything was fine. Maybe the robo-call was just an error. The school has made mistakes with it's phone calls in the past!
I relaxed, served up baked mac and cheese with crumbled bacon for supper, and settled in with family. After dessert (chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream), the phone rang.
It was Robot High School again, a recorded phone call from the attendance office telling me that my child had been marked absent from one or more classes....
I give up. pass the whine, er, wine cooler. I'm not answering the phone any more.