Working as a custodian in public schools, oh such a temptation. Should better not though. Folks up the ranks would likely have a conniption fit.
In one classroom with tiled floor I swept out over ten different crayons. I went to the white board and with a dry erase maker wrote basically this.
"Crayons off the floor, or no more crayons. --- Custodians"
We have stuff in a can that which can effectively lift ground in crayon off the floor. It is an extra time wasting hassle though as well as we're admonished to not use it. The stuff costs about $2 a can and well that's seen as too much overhead.
Not to mention we got idiot teachers. I kid you not. I've had a teacher stop me and complain there was something that
looked like blood out in the hall on the floor. Took one look at it.
"No mam, not blood."
"How can you be sure?"
"Mam, I've been a soldier, cna, emt, worked in agriculture, food services and now as custodian. I've seen plenty of blood. Nothing
looks like blood. When you see blood you know its blood. It kicks you in the gut."
"Oh, um, erm okay well can you clean it up before it frightens the children?"
"They put it there, likely. *bends down, rubs, scratches feels the waxiness* "Yep, red crayon. Yes, I'll clean it up. That's my work."
She had the audacity to tell the principle I
took an attitude with her. My tone the whole time had been checked professional, calm, as polite as I could be. I simply stated a fact. Sorry if reality didn't meet up with the teacher's delusions, but that isn't my job.
So in regarding this class room with all the crayons on its floor, I figured a brief note with hint of consequence for students might help everyone. It might have been appreciated even. Boy was I wrong apparently. The teacher who used the room fussed at the principle I guess. It come back to me from another custodian.
"We don't do stuff like that. We're not the teachers."
And I thought, well, teachers ought to start teaching kids about consequences. Later found out some of them do try. Ultimately though it returns to parental responsibility. There we are then.
Parents are terrified to discipline children.
"Hey mom, how about I tweet about how you beat my butt for smoking?"
"Hello, CPS here to take little Tommy Jones into foster care."
Tell you what. What. Society has been turned on its ear over this last generation. *smh* And not for the better t'all.
People even fear joking, much less disciplining children. May as well shot me now. Yes, that's a joke. I really don't want shot. I'm being sarcastic regarding the whole situation. Sarcasm at one time was a form of humor.
Since I had to explain it, it's no longer a joke. In fact simply forget it. Not even sure why I typed it. Also, I apologize for dumping like this in the humor thread. I see this kind of stuff though and yes I face depression. This could really
get to me. Instead you know what I do?
I laugh myself to sleep over it. It's too damn serious to not laugh. Besides if you start crying over it, you'll be driven mad. Yep, got the t-shirt. Not a fun place to live. So, I laugh and yes to a degree it can help.
Culture jamming also helps.
We're Not Gonna Take It!
Jam that in yer pie hole and toke it.