October 18th, 2012

fraser: lost boy

I Think I Want to Cry Now -- Screw This -- I AM CRYING NOW --

One of those days where I do nothing of any interest, even to me.

This it how it feels when somebody tramples on:

-- Something I Believe In --



Well, the school yesterday got poached by the Other Local-Tax-Funded Museum in town. Lovely. The Tourist Office conveniently decided to share premises and told School that we were CLOSED and they should book with the Museum instead. The real reason? We don't man the building on Mondays and we have an answer machine... the School probably needed to confirm and then asked Tourist Office which, un-un-expectedly tell the School how crap we are and that we were never there and then not handed them our out-of-hours emergency number.

So, I didn't get to teach 26 seven-year-olds about Archaeology and how Preserving the Past Builds the Future. The 26 seven-year-olds learnt how to be Financially Avaricious and Poach the Competition and bill the School more for the Benefit. Lovely. We have a 50% Cancellation Fee that we will not actually demand or ask for. Because we are nice people, who tell Schools that they can combine their visit with the Other Museum. And guess what?! They don't reciprocate on that one either.

[And this is not vicious pie-in-the-sky cynicism -- This is what SCHOOLS tell us about. Epic Fail. Three cheers for the Local Tax Authority, who charge us land rent and could probably/certainly evict us if we don't make the rent. Most of which is, guess what?, school visits and they are our only reliable income. So, we have lost - IMHO - fifty per cee of our schools numbers this year. Wooo-Deee-Woop]

[Oh, BTW, WE DIDN'T NEED TO ASK THE SCHOOL THIS TIME, THEY TOLD ME WHEN I DELIVERED OUR LATEST LEAFLETS / PUBLICATIONS TO THE MUSEUM]

Makes you feel great for being a Volunteer Educator at a struggling Heritage Centre.

Doesn't it?