I got a call
from our Ph.D. Psychologist
“Just checking in,” she said.
Lately, I haven’t been answering my phone
“Do you know that psychologist, Dr. Lombard? He’s a creep.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah. He tried to invite himself to my IEP meeting, and I had to shut him down. I think he’s on the spectrum or he’s an old bat that should just fly away, rather than hanging around. Are you going to apply for our boss’s job?”
“I don’t think so,” I said.
“I prefer to write poetry.” I could sense her smirking on the other end of the line.
She went on…
By the end of our conversation, I said
“I’m on your side.”
“Woohoo!” She shouted.
After our call, I got a nasty email from a coworker.
The Ph.D. psychologist was cc’d. She ripped that woman a new one.
“Wow. I can’t believe Andy has to deal with you and your incompetence!”
When the teacher apologized, the psychologist didn’t stop there. “That was the worst apology, ever!”
I talked to my counselor friend, after the fact. “You know the strangest part?” I said. “After all that drama, the day remains the same.”
I went home
I thought about making it as a writer
or doing anything
to get away from them.