Today's Ridiculousness in the Building

A few days ago I was informed that the carpet sealing in the asbestos tiles under my classroom is beginning to show extreme signs of wear and tear and needs to be replaced. Cool, no big deal. Get the cancer out of my classroom, please.

Unfortunately my genius of a superpal decided that the best way to mark the very obvious tears in my carpet with bright orange spray paint last night. After making the marks this man decided to close every one of the windows in my classroom and close the door sealing in the lovely smell of paint all night.

I walked in this morning to the overpowering scent of fresh spray paint in my classroom and had to make a choice. Are we going to be cold all day with fresh air or are we going to be warm but high as a kite off paint fumes by the end of the day? I elected to choose the cold.

TL:DR: my dipshit boss used spray paint in my classroom without any ventilation and now me and the kids are freezing out asses off so we don't have to smell the paint.