There’s a whole story, or at least I could make it a whole story, but let’s be done with it: I didn’t get the job at Nearby District and somehow some of the shittiest “professional development” I have ever encountered today has settled my mind; I will be back at my previous school in two weeks and I’m fine with that. So be it. I’m not even going to complain about the PD. Y’all have seen it. I can’t write it any different.
I actually cancelled another interview that would have been taking place right about now, at yet another school; this principal was open from the very first phone conversation that I was looking at a five-figure pay cut. That in and of itself was not necessarily a deal-killer, although it was pretty fucking close, and then I looked a bit harder and discovered that the commute was nearly an hour each way and that their district started a lot earlier than mine does, meaning that the boy would need at least an hour of either after school or before school child care. One way or another that moved it past the point where it felt like it was feasible, so I cancelled, and the principal didn’t seem especially surprised by it.
But yeah. I’m going to do my damnedest to not complain about anything work-related for the next two weeks. My head is noticeably on straighter than it was this morning and I intend to continue making progress in that direction. I’ve done this eighteen fucking times. I can do one more.
So.
…the kind where you get into a shouting match with a co-worker in front of customers that’s mostly your fault but is just enough his that you’re more likely to jump off a building than apologize, then go home early because fuck it and spend the rest of the weekend filling out job applications. I am tired. Tired. Physically and emotionally fucking exhausted.
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