Caulfield: Sorry I'm late. Long line at the coffee joint. Mrs. Olsen: You're fine. Frazz: I wouldn't have bet on that working. Caulfield: You didn't hear her say the same thing to Mr. Spaetzle last week.
In thirty years of teaching I was late to work probably half a dozen times. It is a mortal sin to be late to work if you are a teacher. It means that someone else has to take your kids, you owe them big time, and unless it’s something like the Mississippi River bridge shut down while you were sitting on it, it seriously undermines your status— and, yes, that’s one time. If you aren’t on tenure, and you are late twice in a year, you probably won’t be hired back. Schools run like clockwork, anyone messing up the clockwork can not be allowed to exist, and the punishment is sufficient that you really don’t want to be that person.
In thirty years of teaching I was late to work probably half a dozen times. It is a mortal sin to be late to work if you are a teacher. It means that someone else has to take your kids, you owe them big time, and unless it’s something like the Mississippi River bridge shut down while you were sitting on it, it seriously undermines your status— and, yes, that’s one time. If you aren’t on tenure, and you are late twice in a year, you probably won’t be hired back. Schools run like clockwork, anyone messing up the clockwork can not be allowed to exist, and the punishment is sufficient that you really don’t want to be that person.