Modern Art?

So, I turn up to work yesterday, to be greeted by the overwhelming smell of cleaning products. 'Cleaning?', I ask before noticing the tears in her eyes.

Now, being accustomed to finding managers in tears my intial thought was, 'Oh bloody hell, not first thing on a Tuesday morning!'. However, after a little game of charades (her English ain't too hot), turns out that this wasn't just another b*ll**king from Head Office.

Somebody, it seems, decided to leave a little present outside the school's door. Poo. Yes, poo. Somebody, in their infinite wisdom, decided to defacate on the lovely blue carpet tiles. Ain't that just delightful?

The poor manager, understandably a little shaken, had been scrubbing away for about 30 mins. Of course I offered to help, but of course, it was an empty offer!

So who has the vendetta against my school? A disgruntled NOVA teacher? An angry student? A head office employess miffed that my school isn't making enough money? Or, as the saying goes, 'when you gotta go, you gotta go'. Maybe someone just really had to go?!