The Woman is Amazing...

Watching the Senate hearings for Elena Kagan I'm struck by her self-control.  The committee gets to sit there and talk seemingly for hours, feathering their own nests, throwing her a tidbit here and there, getting in a zinger or two while being totally self-serving, all done without impunity.  And her responsibility in this 'play'?  She sits there, patiently, and takes it. Wow!  So impressive!  Now here is a woman who could play poker!  (I also couldn't help but think this would be a great skit for Saturday Night Live -- Kagan even looks a bit like one of the players -- but that's fodder for another post.)

Could I do this?  HELL NO!   They'd be carrying me out, kicking and screaming after ten minutes, maybe not even that long.   Frankly injustice incenses me --  just frosts my cookies good (or should it be the adverbial form 'goodly'?)  Anyway, yesterday I ran into a colleague from same high school at the gym and lost it when re-counting this story.

A teacher applicant was told by HR to call one of the assistant principals at the school for an interview. I've known this young man for years -- he graduated with my kids from this same high school.  If he made it through the rigors of HR, he had to be good.  He called the AP once, twice, again, and again.  The 'rule' is -- and common courtesy would dictate -- that once they're sent to the interview, they are interviewed or at least spoken to.  What this AP did was unconscionable, if not totally rude:  he ignored the young man.  Even if they did have someone in mind for the job, John, the AP, should have at least called him and been honest.

So picture me in the middle of the gym getting more and more heated up about this -- I know I called John a few names...  Well, now I'm a little embarrassed.  However, not ashamed enough to drop it.  Hopefully, though, I'll calm down a bit before I run into John.  Elena Kagan I'm not.