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You know, you think by now I'd figure out that anything having to do with the school district that I graduated from and that my siblings are currently under would be a giant clusterfuck, and obviously not worth the time and effort it takes fucking put up with any of it.
Okay, so I take them up to the school to go get their schedules for class. You think this would be a simple deal right? Wrong.
First off, due to the fact that they are NOT FINISHED WITH THE ACTUAL FUCKING CONSTRUCTION OF THE SCHOOL, there are no good parking lots. In fact, while we were up there, some of the areas WERE JUST GETTING PAVED. There were no signs on where we COULD park, and at one point I actually had workers telling me to turn around for some goddamn reason. (Which makes no damn sense because they weren't even WORKING on that parking lot).
So after 15 minutes of trying to find out where the fuck I'm supposed to park. We get there and see about a million tables set up in no particular order, with groups of parents and children at each one. We keep trying to ask where the hell we're supposed to go, and SURPRISE, SURPRISE, no one fucking knows. Eventually we figure out which table is taking the paperwork, by some miracle of some sort.
At this point, I realize I had forgotten the check to give to our optometrist for my sisters' glasses, which we were planning on picking up after we were through with this organizational abortion. However I figure it can't be much longer, they'll turn in their paperwork and go get their schedules and we can leave, right? Wrong again. Turns out that not only do they need to turn in paperwork, but for some reason they need a school ID (Okay, fine.), and for some inexplicable reason, they need to stop at the food and transportation table as well.
There are several things wrong with this:
1.) My sisters do not qualify for any transportation. We live close enough to the school that the buses will not bother to come by our house. We're already well aware of this fact, and quite frankly, it's not that big of an issue. We've worked around this before.
2.) The only people who qualify for reduced/free lunch in our school system are people already on public assistance. We are not on public assistance, so we do not qualify. Once again, something we're already aware of.
My question is, if we already know we qualify for NEITHER OF THESE, WHY IN THE NINE HELLS SHOULD WE STAND OUTSIDE IN LINE, IN THE SUN, IN 88 DEGREE WEATHER HEAT (PROBABLY HIGHER WITH THE HUMIDITY) TO HAVE SOME FUCKSTICK TELL US SOMETHING WE ALREADY FUCKING KNOW?
Well, with this information in hand, I figured that it will be awhile, so I run home and grab the check and not to mention a couple of sodas for my sisters and I. Thankfully, by the time I return they're actually done with the entire process, and we can get to the optometrist without any problems.
All in all, about a hour and 30 minutes of my life was wasted because the fine people of SCS couldn't fucking organize a finding of their own ass with both hands tied behind their back.
The really frustrating part about this is that I should have come to expect this. It's not like this is the first time they've completely and utterly failed on all accounts to have an event that makes something resembling sense. I mean, what the hell I was I expecting, a well organized, neat, and easy process that moved everyone through and quickly as possible with little to no frustration?
Where the hell do I think I am?
Ugh.
Your Goddess and Mistress,
Shinimegami
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