...maybe a little too well.....
The person I will be replacing sat in on the interview.
Why are you leaving the position?
Well, my question to you is how much time are you willing to give to this department?
(Associate principal intervenes)...answered with another question..huh,huh... (nervous laugh)
....because we are talking 12-14 hr days, 6-7 days a week. It is a HUGE committment!
Now, let me first say, I know..it is a huge committment.. I have been there, I know what I am getting into, I am aware ....but if you are going at this 12-14 hrs a day 6-7 a week, then something is broken. You should not be submitting the kids to this kind of slave labor... but I will wait to pass judgemnt/make a decision until my second interview....
... which I am pretty sure I am going to get..... I'll keep you posted.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
UPDATE: 12 HRS LATER
Read yesterday's post first if you haven't already! Otherwise the update isn't quite as funny.
ring...ring...
This is Rebecca
Ms. Randall?
Yes.
This is Associate Principal ----- from ------high school. I got your information from ----- and we understand you are looking for a high school theatre teaching position and so are we.......
blink blink
.... can you meet with us tomorrow......
I said I would handle it...
Yes you did.
ring...ring...
This is Rebecca
Ms. Randall?
Yes.
This is Associate Principal ----- from ------high school. I got your information from ----- and we understand you are looking for a high school theatre teaching position and so are we.......
blink blink
.... can you meet with us tomorrow......
I said I would handle it...
Yes you did.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Casting nets
Rambling, rambling.... not really sure where to go with this. I have had these issues stirring for several weeks. I have tried talking them out, meditating them out, refocusing them out, now I'll try blogging it out.
I guess I feel like I was working on so much momentum and divine intervention and then it just stopped. The yellow brick road ended in the big field of flowers and now all I want to do is sleep. I'm even second guessing myself that I don't want to make it to the Emerald city, get my wish from the wizard, and make supposed passion/dream come true.
Second City... a city filled with second guessing myself.... what am I thinking? what am I doing? do I really want to do this? Can I do this? I can't stay here, but do I really want to go there? Who the hell are you to even question this, seeings how they ain't exactly beating your door down to meet you? How can you expect to get an interview if you don't apply? The old, ya gotta buy a ticket philosophy. Well.... I don't really want to waste my money buying tickets for all kinds of raffles and end up with a prize I don't really want, but I won, by golly!
Time... never been a real big friend of mine. Never on my side. I am competely aware of the fact that this is MY issue, not father Time's issue. It is either too fast or way too slow. I sent in my resume.. they should call me.. like now... like, do they realize I am waiting for this call...I don't care that the spring is riddled with end of school year functions like UIL competions and well.... the end of school.... they should call me now. Oh great, it's too late... it is almost the end of school, it is almost summer break, they are all going to be on vacation. They have already made their decision by now, and it is not you... you weren't even in the running... you weren't even close!
You gotta get out of this job... you gotta get out of this place... these walls are caving in on you, every one around you is an asshole, nobody knows what the hell they are doing, even their voices make you crazy.... wait a minute... could it be you? During a meditation, begging and pleading to get out of my current situation, a very clear voice in my head said....before you can leave the "jail" you are in, you have to figure out what/why you allowed yourself to be there in the first place. Ouch... awww man.... I am sabotaging myself. Even if I did get an interview right now, my aura is so black and clouded with desperation and anger, who the hell would want to hire me?
Didn't I say that I would handle this?
Yes, you did.
Then okay, I'll handle it.
But when?
I said, I'll handle it. It will happen when it is suppose to happen, how it is supposed to happen. You just need to learn the lesson today and stop worrying about the details about tomorrow.
But I have to plan!
Plan what?
My life!
What would change? Really, what would change? Would your husband change? Will your children change? Will how you parent your children change? Will the time you spend with your family and friends change?
No.
So what will change?.... what time you get up for work, how you drive to work and what you do there. So like I said... I'll handle it.
But there is so much riding on this!
Why? Why have you placed so much success/failure of your happiness on this decision?
Because I think that I am supposed to be doing my greatest good and I am not doing that right now.
I cannot help you change that just by changing your job.
(.... very ... deep .... breath ....)
I know.
I know you know.
I don't like these talks.
Yes, you do.
Yes, I do.
So... like I said...I'll handle it... in MY time.
I know you will.
And now you know what you have to do.
Yes, I do.
Good.... now go to bed.
I guess I feel like I was working on so much momentum and divine intervention and then it just stopped. The yellow brick road ended in the big field of flowers and now all I want to do is sleep. I'm even second guessing myself that I don't want to make it to the Emerald city, get my wish from the wizard, and make supposed passion/dream come true.
Second City... a city filled with second guessing myself.... what am I thinking? what am I doing? do I really want to do this? Can I do this? I can't stay here, but do I really want to go there? Who the hell are you to even question this, seeings how they ain't exactly beating your door down to meet you? How can you expect to get an interview if you don't apply? The old, ya gotta buy a ticket philosophy. Well.... I don't really want to waste my money buying tickets for all kinds of raffles and end up with a prize I don't really want, but I won, by golly!
Time... never been a real big friend of mine. Never on my side. I am competely aware of the fact that this is MY issue, not father Time's issue. It is either too fast or way too slow. I sent in my resume.. they should call me.. like now... like, do they realize I am waiting for this call...I don't care that the spring is riddled with end of school year functions like UIL competions and well.... the end of school.... they should call me now. Oh great, it's too late... it is almost the end of school, it is almost summer break, they are all going to be on vacation. They have already made their decision by now, and it is not you... you weren't even in the running... you weren't even close!
You gotta get out of this job... you gotta get out of this place... these walls are caving in on you, every one around you is an asshole, nobody knows what the hell they are doing, even their voices make you crazy.... wait a minute... could it be you? During a meditation, begging and pleading to get out of my current situation, a very clear voice in my head said....before you can leave the "jail" you are in, you have to figure out what/why you allowed yourself to be there in the first place. Ouch... awww man.... I am sabotaging myself. Even if I did get an interview right now, my aura is so black and clouded with desperation and anger, who the hell would want to hire me?
Didn't I say that I would handle this?
Yes, you did.
Then okay, I'll handle it.
But when?
I said, I'll handle it. It will happen when it is suppose to happen, how it is supposed to happen. You just need to learn the lesson today and stop worrying about the details about tomorrow.
But I have to plan!
Plan what?
My life!
What would change? Really, what would change? Would your husband change? Will your children change? Will how you parent your children change? Will the time you spend with your family and friends change?
No.
So what will change?.... what time you get up for work, how you drive to work and what you do there. So like I said... I'll handle it.
But there is so much riding on this!
Why? Why have you placed so much success/failure of your happiness on this decision?
Because I think that I am supposed to be doing my greatest good and I am not doing that right now.
I cannot help you change that just by changing your job.
(.... very ... deep .... breath ....)
I know.
I know you know.
I don't like these talks.
Yes, you do.
Yes, I do.
So... like I said...I'll handle it... in MY time.
I know you will.
And now you know what you have to do.
Yes, I do.
Good.... now go to bed.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Ben won!
A shift happened yesterday, it was subtle, probably no one but a mother would have noticed, but it happened.
Ben won.
Every morning there is a race that takes place from the starting line (the parking lot) to the finishing line (the front door of the boys school). The boys run to the starting line, hunker down, and wait for mommy to announce: "On your mark; get set; GO!!" and the 2 of them tear off, full speed for the finish line. At first Ben was too young to realize it was a race, he just thought it was fun to wait for the signal and run real fast. Then there were a couple of times when Max or Ben would dart off early before I said "GO" and I would "wai-wai-wai-wait!" them back to the starting line for a fair start. I think it was one of these false starts that Ben realized that this was a competition. Shortly after this, he would pout or give up when it would become evident that his brother was winning the race.
But not yesterday..... my baby boy bit his lower lip, gave it his all, and beat the pants off his big brother. Max stopped short of the finish line and crossed his arms and pouted, almost in shock that his baby brother had whipped his heiney for the first time.
Ben was so proud of himself he could have lit up a midnight sky.
Ben won.
Every morning there is a race that takes place from the starting line (the parking lot) to the finishing line (the front door of the boys school). The boys run to the starting line, hunker down, and wait for mommy to announce: "On your mark; get set; GO!!" and the 2 of them tear off, full speed for the finish line. At first Ben was too young to realize it was a race, he just thought it was fun to wait for the signal and run real fast. Then there were a couple of times when Max or Ben would dart off early before I said "GO" and I would "wai-wai-wai-wait!" them back to the starting line for a fair start. I think it was one of these false starts that Ben realized that this was a competition. Shortly after this, he would pout or give up when it would become evident that his brother was winning the race.
But not yesterday..... my baby boy bit his lower lip, gave it his all, and beat the pants off his big brother. Max stopped short of the finish line and crossed his arms and pouted, almost in shock that his baby brother had whipped his heiney for the first time.
Ben was so proud of himself he could have lit up a midnight sky.
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