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Date Posted: 13:16:01 12/09/04 Thu
Author: Philip Hart
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 216.228.45.181
Subject: Sequel to David Spade in the janitor

To who it may concern,

I took a job as the janitor of Lavina School because I would have the opportunity to get a boiler license and become a certified water operator as well as having the title of Head Janitor which in reality was the Chief Engineer. I was to get a dollar an hour raise when I passed the low pressure boiler test. The first order of business was to encourage the principle (Loren Osler) to get the main set of keys from the head janitor who was on disability because he tore a shoulder ligament a year ago. Loren had hired a woman with no experience in maintenance as the Head Janitor and her husband was hired as the helper. He probably could have fixed the numerous things that were wrong but that was the Head Janitor job. The couple had been sharing the keys the nine months they worked there while the previous janitor was in possession of the main set of keys. I found him in the Janitor room on occasion.
He stood gazing into the chemical closet and turned and glared at me. I had straightened up the storeroom and blocked a round hole in the wall that is three foot across and six feet up a wooden ladder on the level with the ground outside. The two outside walls were all windows and it appeared to have been more of a play route since the room was pink with purple dinosaurs. He blurted out, “That’s a fire escape!” I replied, “May have been in a novel kind of way when class was held in here.” He replied, “Mrs. Blank says that needs to be a clear area for the event of a fire!” I was totally enlightened. “Who is Mrs. Blank?” “The first and second grade teacher!” I thought about him climbing out that hole as I grinned and looked at the fire extinguishers on a shelf nearby. He left without another word. He later left a note on my desk, “Leave things as they are.” That prompted me to get the place in ship shape. There was a possibility he would come back but it was not likely since his injury was not healing.
It took several visits of coaching Loren Osler to get him to get the keys back from the janitor who had them for nearly a year. He whined like some #(&%* that he didn’t know what to do and finally after consulting and research wrote a letter to the man stating it would be turned over to the sheriffs department and got the keys.
I went to a class and found out that the floor tiles were coming up because they did not put enough wax down.
I though it peculiar that Loren Osler told me he held an assembly because there was a booger on the wall. This made a nice comparison to the fact that the board would not put new carpet in his school ground home since he lives with three big dogs. I had to roll the window down when I got in his truck. I was once summoned for a skid mark in the toilet in the boys restroom.
My computer was not hooked up to the school. Loren Osler whined about my bikini screensaver while issues of shape addressed to Loren Osler with bikini models on the front page of every one lay on a table in the math class.
When I was going to paint the GYM he comes up with a 6 by 8 ft tarp with a hole so big an Elk could jump through. Then he gets a 24ft. plastic then two 12ft plastic and paint five gallons at a time. I gave him a list of what I needed long before I started painting.
I asked for a list of priorities for the summer but never saw one.
I took a vacation when all the hallways, gym, locker room and library was painted. When I came back I still had no priority list and they moved the janitor room. I painted it and moved the door to the space where all the supplies and tools were placed. He said that I didn’t need to paint the room. He was wrong. Half the school was being moved around like musical rooms. I surmised that it was some brat response to the refused suggestion he made to the board that they tear out the stage for a classroom. I am happy that the board had the good sense to keep the stage intact. That would have been a town character flaw to rival the juxtaposition of a building with the siding tore off in respect to heritage on the day of the store closing auction.
A week later I sent back the contract I had just received for 9.27 an hour. I saw a position for 10.33 an hour to START at another school so I sent them THIS letter. I had shown Loren Osler the letter from the boiler license bureau a month before stating that I had passed the exam at 90%. My wife asked him why I did not get the raise and his reason was I did not have the boiler license. A bald faced lie arrogantly demonstrated by an envelope addressed from the school two months later containing the boiler license I should have received.
Loren Osler circumvents the authority of the building inspector to keep from paying permits.

Loren Osler also allows animals to be kept in the first grade classroom which I believe led to a student falling ill to a disease associated to animal feces.
The president of the school boards friend was hired to put in some plugs. I recommended using vacant space in an existing box. Loren Osler tore out a wall before the decision was made. I feel this was a misappropriation of school funds if the box that had ample space in it was not utilized. (Look in the paint room. There is a box with spaces available for outlets. Above the box is a gap in the wall to run the conduit. I did show this to the electrician.) In my opinion the computer room should be in the now weight room or art room since it is cold down there and the library should be where it was.
The school owes me over three hundred dollars for travel time in my own vehicle. I wonder if Loren Osler misses a beat on getting his. I got tired of the blank look when I inquired.
After taking the Certified Water Operator Class I suggested the well caps were not up to code. One cap in an open field had the conduit opening exposed and when I took it off it appeared to have flies floating on top. I suggested it would be better to have an old cap I found in the janitor room that at least did not have an opening. He told me not to do it. I replaced it anyway.
After the sewer backed up in everybody’s basement I suggested their was a backflow preventer out of order. I believe they replaced that. That is with the city.
I suggested the five fans that are in boxes in the janitor room be installed in the music room and the new shop but I imagine they are going to just suffer.
I suggested not getting another load of coal so the stoker screw could be replaced. It is worn to where about a third of it’s length is working.
I am not an electrician but I found a breaker that was for an outlet in the 5/6 room in the boiler room. Lauren ran around and flipped the switches on all the boxes thus inciting a nasty response from a teacher who had been at a project on the computer. I referred her to the culprit. Any idiot knows a switch will be askew and I found it in the basement. I thus made a report of all the outlet placements.
One of my favorite memories is when Loren hurt my helper’s (wife) feelings by leaving a big black magic marker note “Evelyn, Dust the Furniture.” hung on the outside of the mail slots for all to see.
In response I took pictures of all the teachers desks and held “The Rats Nest Desktop Award,” chose by the skuff patrol who I by the way inspired to work the entire school year after lunch to rid the floors of black marks. When I told Loren he might win he got mad and threw a fit. “Don’t touch my desk!” That is exactly what I was trying to relate. His desk could not be dusted. Nearly every desk was a mess in the pictures for; The Rats Nest Desktop Award.
(The fact that the Skuff Patrol picked their favorite teacher and later changed their mind is notable. I told them it was not an award someone would want to get. I guess they had to hear it from a teacher.)
The way my wife and I were addressed by teachers was appalling. We resorted to requesting written job requests.

P. S. He hired the last janitor back but she took the helper job and her husband is the janitor.

Sincerely,
Philip Hart 406 636 2066 pehart@midrivers.com

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