The Eve of the Last Day of School
And yet I don't feel much like celebrating.
Probably has something to do with the last-minute meeting sprung on me by an administrator.
Which started off, "Are you happy here?"
And it just got worse from there.
Oh, I still have a job. For now. It's just going to be an uphill battle proving the position "deserves" to be full time in spite of being judged solely by people's preconceived notions and the minimal schedule on paper.
Yeah.
That's awesome timing. "Have a great summer!" and all that.
I bit my tongue and saved the crying for the drive home.
(Because I wasn't already upset that one of my students has been in the hospital all week.)
But look! I sagely followed my gut first thing in the morning and made a nail appointment for the afternoon.
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| First pedi of the summer. Shimmery blue-green like mermaid's scales. |
So that's a very helpful distraction. I have one grade of students to thank for a monetary gift that (partially) made it possible.
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Nice pedicure though. I even mention the subject around here and man, people get all judgmental on me. ;)
The manicure sounds like a great response and mood enhancer. Hope it helped!
CCR--bad timing, exactly. But it definitely was a nice relaxing time getting my nails done.
Rob--well, I _thought_ I knew what it was about and was surprised. Not pleasant.
As if you don't have enough to do, just doing the job. I hate it when people who are not on the front lines drastically underestimate what it takes to actually get the job done. If you didn't do all of the things you have to do, that they discount the importance of, they'd be very displeased. Can't win. I hope you end up working for people who think you are a treasure and can't imagine doing without you (and pay you accordingly).
I wish I'd known things were going this way in 2006.