I swear to God, I would give up every civil liberty and iota of personal privacy if it meant I never had to fill out another information / emergency card / enrollment card for Katherine, if not for myself and Margie.
I mean, I’m sitting here filling out two forms for the same group with — well, with 100% of the same info. And I have to fill them out. Longhand. With a pen.
Yeesh. Why not clay tablets and pointed sticks and cuneiform?
Rrg.
It’s like… like… attempting to construct a mnemonic circuit using stone knives and bearskins!
No — it’s like making the same mnemonic circuit over and over with stone knives and bearskins! 🙂
I love it when you don’t fit their pre-conceived ideas of reality. Sorry, I work three part-time jobs, I don’t have one “work phone”. Why can’t I give you my cell phone number?
And, yes, the primary contact is me, not my wife. My wife works in New York City. Calling her to notify us that our daughter is sick and must come home means that she then calls me. Wouldn’t it be more efficient to call me, since I work only a few minutes away from school. That’s why we put me down as the emergency contact, not my wife! So why are you calling her first?
And, yes, my wife is the primary insurance contact. She works full-time. Full-time folks get insurance. Us part-timers muddle through by marrying full-timers.
Etc.
It’s the ones that don’t have spaces at all for cell phones that get to me.
Of course, contact info systems tend to be screwy, too. Many (and I’m looking square at Microsoft here) don’t have a way to distinguish work numbers between spouses, or allow for more than one mobile phone number for a “contact,” even if it’s a family. But I digress.
They’ve got these things called databases, been around for so long, you’d think they might use them for keeping school records and just print out different record formats, and only ask for updates every year.
And my son’s teacher has frequent spelling errors. Bothers the heck out of me.