Starting the day with a heart attack

So this morning, I am making my oatmeal when the phone rings. I get a computerized message from my daughter's principal telling me my daughter has not shown up for school and is being
marked absent. I immediately go into panic mode because 1. I dropped my daughter off at school 2. I am a card-carrying worry-wart 3. We recently had a luring incident in a town nearby
4. I just watched a show about unsolved crimes which spotlighted a lot of abductions and last but not least 5. I have never owned a pair of rose colored glasses and always think the worst.
I try to call the school right back and the darn message is still going on and won't release the
phone line. FINALLY it ends and I call the school. It's busy. I call again and again, still busy. I
am freaking by this point. What the hell is going on? I've got visions running through my head.
I get out the phone book to see if there are any other numbers listed for the school. None.
So I dial the school # on my cell phone as I run out the door and jump in the mommy van. I procede to lay rubber(that darn thing is pretty peppy) and start flying for the school knowing I
will probably be pulled over before I get there(thank goodness Tim has done the wood floors for half the cops and we know several of the rest too). I hit re-dial over and over and finally I get
a ringing and I pull over. NOW I have to listen to their automated answering system. This makes me nuts. Of course the number you have to hit is always the last option. I get a woman
and start to tell her why I am calling and she says "hold on" and PUTS ME ON HOLD. Then
another woman picks up and I start explaining again and she interrupts and says they just started a new computerized system today and it seems to have malfunctioned. I am about the
20th call from worried parents and she assures me that Olivia is in class and fine. I tell her,
"I am halfway to school in my car and having a heart attack here." She apologized for the inconvenience. I turn around and go home to my luke warm, lumpy oatmeal. About 15 minutes
later, I get a call. AGAIN with this damn automation. It is the school principal again with a recording saying that by error, that phone message went out to every parent in the school. He
apologized for the inconvenience. Nice way to start my day. The thing that ticks me off the most
is I'll bet you a whole lot of money that the MEAT-HEAD that brought us this debacle this morning makes well over 100K a year. You'd think he had enough gray matter to get this
working right before they put about 500 people into heart failure. The parents whose kids walk to school must have really lost their minds. Just one more example of how my outrageously high property taxes are working for me. Yippee-ki-yay.