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I knew I shouldn’t have written that post about how satisfied I’ve been with my job. It was inviting trouble as surely as moving to a Section 8 neighborhood will invite people to steal your television. Yes, lightning did indeed strike, and I have to say that once again, I’m pretty darn invested in making sure I keep making an online income.
My boss is leaving.
She announced it yesterday. She got offered a plum position at the university because she is so darn wonderful. We were in a staff meeting when she announced it, and tears instantly filled my eyes. Everyone looked as though they had a bad case of allergies.
I went home and had an anxiety attack.
You see, good public school administrators are very hard to find. Excellent ones who share one’s philosophy practically NEVER come along, and that’s what we had. I’m simply not going to comment on possible replacements because that might invite bad luck. Really, really bad luck.
At lunch today, next year’s scenario was all we could talk about. It seems like next year could be like one of those
reality TV shows. You know, emotionally disturbed kids, kids trying to sneak in drugs and weapons, an exceptionally opinionated staff and a polyester suit-wearing robotron in charge. Of course,
reality shows are never as horrible as what I’m imagining.
Okay, perhaps I’m overreacting just a bit. Still. I’ve got to keep my options open.
