I can't post the previous without its partner, but I didn't have the time yesterday.
So bookending yesterday's smackdown was one that started Monday evening. I received an email from the drama teacher (you know, the one who professed to wanting to work with me and the boys) asking me where Nic was with interviewing the cast for the program.
I figured this a fair enough question. I checked his sheets, and he had gotten through about 12 interviews, and had 14 to go. I send this information back.
Five minutes later comes back an email: she is concerned that Nic will not get the program done in time, can another boy help with the interviews?
I shrug and answer: sure.
About an hour after that: another email, this time telling me that the set designer would much rather do the program on her own, could I please send drama teacher everything Nic has done?
Hmm. I email her back and tell her I will get everything to her in the am.
SO I type up Nic's notes, send them to her, and get a saccharine note in return. It makes me suspicious enough to send the set designer my notes with an attached message: So-and-so said you'd rather do this, so this is where we are, and we will see you on Friday.
Long story short, set designer was utterly mystified, and asked me when we saw her on Friday if Nic would finish the interviews, because she really didn't have time to do them.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out what's going on here.
I tell Nic he needs to finish all the interviews THIS SESSION. He had 14. And damn if he didn't finish them all.
The program director's voice went up an octave every time she spoke to me. And at 5 minutes to 6, she asked me how many more interviews Nic had. "Because we have plenty of help here tonight.....?"
I smiled at her sweetly. "He has two more," I answered. "And he is doing them."
I had the pleasure of typing up his notes and sending them out yesterday morning. Yeah, I transcribed them, took all of 15 minutes. But he did the hard work of interviewing each and every person himself, taking notes, and making sure he got all the information he needed to get. In total, it took 3 hours of his time.
That's 3 hours she didn't have to deal with him.
You can bet I won't do this again, but I'd like to think that the program director learned an important lesson--that everyone CAN contribute something.
If you let them.
And if you don't let them, they will figure out a way to get it done on their own.
And the other point to this was that I really thought this person was on our side. I really thought she believed in my kids. And to have her turn around and try to strip him of the responsibility SHE gave him (and to try to pawn off that responsibility on an innocent bystander) speaks to a more insidious problem. If you say you are a Christian, this is not the way you are supposed to roll.
And I am certain that this person will find a way to make me look like the villain. Who cares? Bring it. Dealing with people like this is old hat to me, now.
Unfortunately, my kids, also.