Yesterday, with my rectum still bleeding from what the school admin has done to my future as a teacher....
The principal walks up and asks if I might have a copy of the video presentation I built for last years graduation ceremony. He wants it as background to play while he speaks before some group.
This was a presentation I put together after the graphics instructor bailed out for medical reasons, and the school needed a professional level presentation on near zero notice to show before thousands of parents and supporters. It was a presentation I worked on at home every day for two weeks, doing all the photography, scoring, and assembly. It was a presentation that earned rave reviews from parents, and became part of the yearbook DVD the school sold them.
It was the presentation not one person in administration said 'thank you' to me for doing.
Now, four months later, the dude with the tie and the big paycheck 'needs' a copy of my work.
Honestly.... all I could manage to do was stare at him. As he left, his huge brass balls made an incredible clanging sound as they crashed against the door frame.