So Monday morning I’m told that the co-teacher has spoken to the principal and my job is offered back to me. As suspected, they had never once discussed my performance and his judgment was based purely on my lack of socializing with the other teachers. (never mind that I tried for months before giving up). So he admitted he had no idea and deferred to whatever the co-teacher wanted, as she would know better than him.
Only – she gave me only until that evening to make up my mind! Meanwhile, I’m starting to get interviews to more desirable jobs that would put me in friendlier environments and I had started hoping to get those instead. I complained about being bounced up and down like a ball, and told them that I would stop looking for jobs, but felt it only fair to see what the other prospects had to offer, since I wasn’t in this situation due to any fault of my own, and it was only fair to allow me to have choices. But the following day I did some math, and I realized that no other great job would give me the pay scale or benefits that staying at the same job would, so I signed.
Well, things could be worse. I had a long talk with the teacher about my neglect, and she is making a conscientious effort to be more inclusive and informative and helpful now. Plus, the other co-teacher will be leaving, so a big source of stress – writing the broadcast book and the daily broadcasts will no longer face me every morning. I got the equivalent of two class hours for that, but I put in more like four…In exchange, I will teach after-school conversation classes again. It also means I won’t be going home for a visit (wah!) because I need the cash equivalent of the airfare more right now. And, it will allow me to get a new computer, as with the adoption reunion book my old macbook is once again overheating and dying. I dream of ten hour batteries so Momo can no longer pull out the break-away safety power cord…It also means I can wrap up my adoption work locally instead of remotely. I also get a nice vacation renewal incentive and get to carry over 6 days, totaling 45 days next year. So I’m going to have a school-free summer and maybe I can afford to rent a car and go on a road trip finally. I also get to spend a little more time with old friends and get to know new friends a little better.
Last night I began unpacking. It was good to begin, as I edited many things. Too many things in some cases. But now I have another year in which to edit and/or collect what I’ll bring back with me. And, hell or high water, this is the last year.
I had hoped to get Momo a friend (she’s >almost< a normal cat now) as soon as I moved so I could get some arts & crafts done in peace, but now that I’m not moving I don’t know if I can afford to ship another pet home next year. But I’d really like that…
A year is short. We can do this.