I was the principal at the elementary school. I hadn't had the position for very long, only a year or two, but already the mayor had met with me, several times
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I had to say as I cleaned my hands that Principal Snyder was kind of a sniveling little man, but he followed orders, and order is what counted.
Sunnydale's youth needed order, and he was the right man for the job. I had placed him, superceding the schoolboard's decision at the elementary school, but now I was thinking of giving him a promotion to another and more higher institution.
Sunnydale high school.
There was the problem of the current principal, Mr. Flutie, who wasn't a team player, but I at least wanted to run the idea by Mr. Snyder and see what he thought before I took any further action.
The mayor seemed to be contemplating things and I sort of felt like, I was really small in this seat. He needed to get some taller seats for some of us that weren't well, as tall as he was.
I looked at him as he threw out a second wipe. Honestly, his fear of germs only made me think that he was on some very powerful drugs.
But I would never say that to him. He was the man in charge, and I respected power. In fact, I liked having it, even if it was only over the staff at the Sunnydale elementary school and a bunch of little drug-using pukes.
I waited for him to get to the point. Far be it from me to step on the great Mayor's toes.
"Mr Snyder," I said, offering him the covered little jar. "Breath mint?"
He accepted a couple, which pleased me. Nothing bothered me more when someone who had bad breath didn't take one, but Mr. Snyder knew better then to turn away from any of my requests.
He was a rodent little yes man, but he played ball, and that was very important, at least in my eyes.
I looked him in the eyes. "Mr. Snyder, you have done a great job at the elementary school. There is nothing more important then guiding our cities youngest citizens."
I wasn't naive enough to think that he wasn't making a comment about my breath, but I wasn't stupid enough to bring that up with the mayor.
I would take it out on one of my subordinates at the school in the morning, but never, never with the mayor.
He mentioned my exemplary service at the elementary school, which made me want to say what all of th little pukes say, duh, but of course, I didn't, and it was apparent that it was leading to something.
"Now thats what I like to hear, Mr Snyder. A man who is willing to play team ball, look at the big picture."
I got up and shook his hand. "I will let you know when Mr. Flutie's time is up and I will call you when that happens, and remember, Snyder, let's keep this conversation between you, me and these walls."
He smiled and seemed to hesitate, but eventually made his way out of the office, as I wiped my hands. A man like Snyder, eww, you just couldn't know where he had put his hands.
I wiped my hands a second time. "Allan," I said, buzzing his office on the intercom, "can you get in here with that information that I was asking about."
It was a very productive meeting. They usually were with his honor, unlike they were with some of those peasants at the elementary school, or with the clueless school board members or especially with the idiot parents at the PTA meetings.
Still, he really needed to get that germ-phobia problem checked out. Because, it was just weird.
I decided that tomorrow, I would excuse myself from the elementary school for a while and take a little trip to the High school to see exactly what I was dealing with, and to see just how incompetent that Flutie was.
I smiled as he came in, nervous as always. "Relax, Allen, and take a seat."
He sort of cowered in the chair, even more so then did Snyder, which was really appalling because he was so much taller.
"Sit up straight, Allen. I don't pay you to sink around town with bad posture. Now let me see those files that I wanted you to gather."
He handed them to me and seemed to just linger there. "Oh, that'll be all, Allen, interested in playing some miniature golf later and talking about these things?"
He hesitated, smiled, and got up. "Honestly, Allen, you need to develop some spin, be more assertive. After all, your mother didn't raise a little girl, did she?"
He ignored my comment as I laughed and then looked into the mortality rate in Sunnydale over the last quarter.
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Sunnydale's youth needed order, and he was the right man for the job. I had placed him, superceding the schoolboard's decision at the elementary school, but now I was thinking of giving him a promotion to another and more higher institution.
Sunnydale high school.
There was the problem of the current principal, Mr. Flutie, who wasn't a team player, but I at least wanted to run the idea by Mr. Snyder and see what he thought before I took any further action.
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I looked at him as he threw out a second wipe. Honestly, his fear of germs only made me think that he was on some very powerful drugs.
But I would never say that to him. He was the man in charge, and I respected power. In fact, I liked having it, even if it was only over the staff at the Sunnydale elementary school and a bunch of little drug-using pukes.
I waited for him to get to the point. Far be it from me to step on the great Mayor's toes.
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He accepted a couple, which pleased me. Nothing bothered me more when someone who had bad breath didn't take one, but Mr. Snyder knew better then to turn away from any of my requests.
He was a rodent little yes man, but he played ball, and that was very important, at least in my eyes.
I looked him in the eyes. "Mr. Snyder, you have done a great job at the elementary school. There is nothing more important then guiding our cities youngest citizens."
I watched him nod before I got to the point.
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I wasn't naive enough to think that he wasn't making a comment about my breath, but I wasn't stupid enough to bring that up with the mayor.
I would take it out on one of my subordinates at the school in the morning, but never, never with the mayor.
He mentioned my exemplary service at the elementary school, which made me want to say what all of th little pukes say, duh, but of course, I didn't, and it was apparent that it was leading to something.
"Yes, Mayor Wilkins?"
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I got up and shook his hand. "I will let you know when Mr. Flutie's time is up and I will call you when that happens, and remember, Snyder, let's keep this conversation between you, me and these walls."
He smiled and seemed to hesitate, but eventually made his way out of the office, as I wiped my hands. A man like Snyder, eww, you just couldn't know where he had put his hands.
I wiped my hands a second time. "Allan," I said, buzzing his office on the intercom, "can you get in here with that information that I was asking about."
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Still, he really needed to get that germ-phobia problem checked out. Because, it was just weird.
I decided that tomorrow, I would excuse myself from the elementary school for a while and take a little trip to the High school to see exactly what I was dealing with, and to see just how incompetent that Flutie was.
Reply
He sort of cowered in the chair, even more so then did Snyder, which was really appalling because he was so much taller.
"Sit up straight, Allen. I don't pay you to sink around town with bad posture. Now let me see those files that I wanted you to gather."
He handed them to me and seemed to just linger there. "Oh, that'll be all, Allen, interested in playing some miniature golf later and talking about these things?"
He hesitated, smiled, and got up. "Honestly, Allen, you need to develop some spin, be more assertive. After all, your mother didn't raise a little girl, did she?"
He ignored my comment as I laughed and then looked into the mortality rate in Sunnydale over the last quarter.
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