My third year of doing schedule, this time with Đole.
One thing I was taught early on, in this MPSŠC where I was teaching, that when someone is asking for a colleague who is supposed to be there but isn't, never say "not here"... it's "must be in the other building, I think I saw him a bit ago". It could well be the spouse calling.
I had a guy who worked in two schools, and as I did the schedule for my shift, I thought I knew everything about who's busy when... and I thought I specially knew the schedule of these half/half guys. But no, this guy played us all. I assumed, by his Hungarian last name and accent, that he lived in Čurda, some eight kilometers or 30 minutes walk-bus-walk, while he actually lived two blocks away - about halfway to the other school. He maneuvered me and the schedule guy from the other school to tightly knit his schedule so that he'd do his twenty two hours of teaching by thursday 9:35 am... at which point he'd just walk home, take his passport and get in the car, not stopping until Budapest, where he had a mistress. He'd be there by mid-afternoon, on a good day. And he could go home on sunday afternoon - so he practically worked three days (and a bit) a week, spent one day on the road, and the remaining three days with her.
By the end of the year I got wind of the story, and started collecting on favors I did to him - when someone else needed a reschedule, some of this guy's perfect setup would be disturbed, but he didn't care anymore. The romance was finished, he went back to his wife, and was now actually happy to have a reason to get away from home on fridays.
Đole called everyone who was on his schedule to write down their wishes - when to get some time off, when to be busy all day - and put them next to his chessboard. I did the same, pointing to my bag.