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October 18, 2007 ( Thursday, October 18, 2007 ) I hate waiting. I had a job interview yesterday at Laurie Middle School which was...weird. Weird because when I went to school there I NEVER would have imagined that one day I would be working there. It was weird because it looked like nothing had changed in the 7ish years since I'd been there last. The hallways seemed a bit smaller but it looked untouched, I even noticed the same pictures hanging on the office walls. It was weird because I was being interviewed by a former principal (who was my principal at St.Mary's and Laure for a total of 9 years). The nice thing is I think the interview well really well....now Iwait for the call. Everything in life just seems like a carton of eggs. Every day something new just seems to be cracked open and it needs to be figured out. I am nervous about getting this job and how to leave my current one. I am nervous about not getting this job and having to go back to my current job. I haven't been happy with my job since returning from my bike trip, with good reason I believe. A few weeks ago I attended a meeting where all my coworkers and bosses sat around a big table and spilled out everything that needed to be said. I had to sit there and have people tell me to my face that I wasn't a nice person and that I was rude. After everything that I went through, all the name calling and rude comments that I heard said about me, they had the guts to call me rude. Their reasons? Apparently I didn't seem to talk too much around them, and that made them feel ignored. The meeting was a total disaster. I lost all desire to try and sort things out and keep working there. But the clincher was what happened after...all of these people called me or talked to me later and told me that they didn't actually mean any of it, they were just so hurt that I had been "sucked in to something I didn't understand". So first they call me rude and mean, and then they tell me that they didn't actually mean it. Well, I don't trust them as far as I can throw them, and that's not too far. I can't wait to start new somewhere else, to crack open a new egg. . . . . . |
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