Specially bred for the job?
A typical feature of any school is the Reprographics Office. Here in China, it means a place where forests, which have been turned into the thinnest, meanest, most miserable paper on Earth, are puked out of photocopiers on a daily basis. These offices are manned by the same species of human, homo photocopius. You make your instructions clear and simple. You show these creatures the pages you want copied. You even write it in Chinese for them. And can they get it right?
I should’ve checked the photocopies of the Progress Test yesterday. I knew that we’d been given the first page of the speaking, but thought everything else was on a single sheet. I got into the office this morning to find that we didn’t have the second page of the listening. For want of a freely available photocopier at school that I can use without going through official channels, I had to go to one of the print shops up the road and get enough copies done.
I then found that Etienne and Quincy were giving the same test after to Class 5 and needed to get another 45 done at short notice. And we need another 60 or so this afternoon.
I know some of you are probably saying to yourselves that I’m disorganised, but my instructions to Mr Photocopy were quite clear. There was both pointing at the pages, and writing in Chinese. But you pretty much have to stand over the person in charge to make sure that they do what you want and not what you don’t. I’m sure Mr Photocopy now hates the foreign teachers because Linda has probably conveyed to him that he made an error. (Actually, his excuse will be that the foreigner made the error, an accusation which seriously irks me every time I hear it; more so this time because I know that the instruction I gave him were accurate.)