That Was Fast.

So this is a picture of the hundred or so boxes of books that were in the classroom next to me. They are full of textbooks, so each box weighs at least twenty pounds, if not more. They are not science books, but they were in the science teacher's classroom. She had been asking if they were going to get moved anytime soon. She asked the custodian what she was supposed to do. Custodian asked New Principal. New Principal told Custodian that every teacher had to deal with whatever crap was left in their room. (Which makes sense for say, trash or old books...but all of that?)
Days go by, books are still there. The teacher is getting frustrated because the kids come on Monday and she can't get her room together. She keeps pestering various people and no one has anything to say. She starts trying to move the books. (Just to get an idea here, she's about 5'1.) New Principal happens to be walking by and she says, "Hey! Do you want to help me move some books?"
And HEEEEE says, "You know, I got some stuff in my car, you wanna help me bring it in? Or maybe you just want to turn in your resignation over some books."

He walks off, and she gets really upset and starts crying. (This is literally the only interaction he has ever had with this woman. The guy is BRAND NEW!) She continues trying to move the books, all the while crying. The Language Arts teacher down the hall comes out of her room and yells, "Don't you move those books! That is not your damn job! It don't make no damn sense for you to have to move those books!"

New Principal comes around the corner and says, "YOU TWO! In my office NOW!" This man calls the Teacher's Union on them to try and say they are responsible for what is in their classroom. They met in his office for like 45 minutes.

WHAT THE HELL. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?! Is it sooooo hard to be a principal in my school building and not be a complete asshole?

A better person might say he's just really stressed out right now and said things he didn't mean out of frustration. And I say, the stress has not arrived. Your frustration will be there Monday morning in the form of 400 children. If you are panicking because teachers are bothering you with legitimate concerns, then let me show you the exit door.

Oh, and it's Thursday and we still have no idea what our schedule looks like, what grade we're teaching, class times, class lists, ANYTHING. We have not had ONE SINGLE MEETING discussing logistics, policies, procedures...any of that.

ANNNNND they spent all this money fixing up the front of the building. Painting, landscaping. I moved to the third floor where all the locks on my cabinets have been ripped out, my door is falling off the hinges and my ceiling tiles are sagging and missing.