Well, that was a useless trip. I went to the office and Eddie was there waiting for me, and at 0800, the office door opened from the inside. It was Phelan, the HAS-I (whatever that means) and he said Casey wouldn’t be in until 0930. I told him that if Casey wants to reach me, he can text me. I’ve heard nothing from either of them.
BUT! I showed Eddie the card, my complaint and the meeting form with “resolution,” and he said what Casey did was called, legally: Retaliation. It’s not my fault that Casey took the complaint personally, but what I do know is that in the future, I won’t have any meetings with Casey unless Eddie is with me. Period.
Maybe Casey’s beard will eat his head.
Back from naptime, which was interrupted by a dispute between James and Kathleen and wafts of burnt-chickpea scent. Santana is happy with his new heat lamp. Tom has gone back to his computer game.
I got an email from an adult staffer at Camp Grimes who said Tom was “very interesting to talk to ... and his brothers, so original ...” and could she have his email address regarding Chemistry tutoring. *sigh* Ain’t nothin’ like Tom the Son.
Speaking of sons, OldTax-lady read an article about computer programming in the WSJ this morning (I know, because I read it too), and sent me an email saying she would pay to send Pat to computer camp. However, the “season” ends next week, and they’re all full, so it will have to be next summer, or maybe Christmas break.