I'd like to apologize to anyone that may have tried to call our school this afternoon, um, between the hours of , say...1:30 - 2:30. See, for Administrative Professional's Week, our team (A.K.A. the Second Grade Mafia) decided it would be a lovely treat to watch the office for the ladies while they all went out together to have a nice, leisurly lunch without being interrupted by pesky phones ringing, clueless parents, or even worse, teachers.
But you see, folks, when the Mafia all decides to work together on a project, anything could happen because you're essentially putting a bunch of adolescent girls in charge. Of an office. And some phones. And, oh yeah...an intercom. So, I'm sorry if you tried to call our office and actually get a straight answer about...oh anything. We were a little busy fielding prank phone calls from other members of the school, of the team, and of course, from the principal himself.
And, of course, we were also busy abusing the intercom system and calling random teachers we like and telling them that the principal wanted to see them in his office immediately and he did not look happy.
The principal was lucky, though, because it was a TAKS day. And if it wasn't, we were totally going to do an all call to the driver of the gold pick up truck that was currently being towed off of the parking lot.
And finally, to Mr. S. Yes, I knew it was you when I answered the phone with "Vinnie's Mortuary, you stab 'em, we slab 'em." Well, at least, I was pretty sure it was you...