Jun 29, 2010 22:53
Last week, I went quietly and mostly politely went apeshit on The Boy's Venturer adviser.
He had sent a snotty, unprofessional email to my bride detailing The Boy's many faults. Now, I've lived with this kid for more than 14 years, so I'm quite aware what his failings are and have attempted several times to ask said adult adviser how things are going. Without much feedback before his tirade, there wasn't a lot I could do.
I decided to wait a few days before replying. I wanted to be calm and acknowlege that my child can certainly be a challenge, though not deserving of his adviser's immature railings. And because I know he's not as self-sufficient as the other kids, I was going to let it go with a request that in future the adviser speak to parents with respect and attempt fostering a little communicaton.
Then I went to drop some stuff off for The Boy at a Venturer event. The adviser was a snot because The Boy wasn't there yet. I explained he was at work and when one of the kids asked what kind of work he has, before I could answer, the adviser said: "It's on the corner of Alexandre du Seve."
Yeah. The adult looking after my child called him a prostitute in front of the other kids -- and in front of his mother. Without batting an eye. With a smirk.
And so I went apeshit. Politely. Mostly politely. With a CC to the Scouts area commissioner and head office in Ottawa.
Yesterday we got an email back from the adviser. He's mad as hell. And his apology went along the lines of: "Yeah, that was inappropriate, but I was just joking and The Boy giggled." Firstly, The Boy was not there. Secondly, "just joking" has zero place in a supposed apology. Thirdly, what he said constitutes sexual harassment. He then emailed the head office to say we'd handle it in-house and there was really no need for them to be involved, right?
I'm so angry, I have spent most of the day shaking with it. Those of you with kids: Imagine their teacher calling them a whore in front of the class and then grinning at you and saying: "All in good fun!" Imagine that's what they'll say in front of you. Imagine what they must say when the door is closed. Imagine what you'd do if your boss said it to their intern, or to you.
It's just a joke, right? It's just words.
I'm so fucking mad.