I know, and I've been really trying to keep an open mind, since I was warned about negativity in the interview.
But the negativity, although of course you always have complainers, and there's always something about any workplace, is...pretty darned justified. If there would be an administration change, I might feel better about it, but the lack of organization paired with the worst combo of laissez faire AND Big Brother...it's just disheartening.
It's all "We are going to hold you to the highest possible standards, demand results, offer no support, and listen in on intercoms for signs of discontented rumblings among the staff and fire people for asking for change." It's sad. I'm walking on eggshells, everyone is, and it's crazy. I keep my head down, and my ears and eyes open, and work my ass off.
And my objective viewpoint is that they need to get a new principal who has some leadership abilities, but the superintendent like yes-men, and everything, but everything revolves around The Test.
UGH. Vent. Finally. I've been trying to be all positive and "Work hard, keep your nose clean, it can't be as bad as it seems" but more and more, something is rotten in Denmark.
It's all "We are going to hold you to the highest possible standards, demand results, offer no support, and listen in on intercoms for signs of discontented rumblings among the staff and fire people for asking for change." It's sad. I'm walking on eggshells, everyone is, and it's crazy. I keep my head down, and my ears and eyes open, and work my ass off.
Wow, that sounds really awful.
I miss your job with the latina girls, Erin.
There are some really nice people who work there, and the sad thing is, I think the administration really, truly wants the best for kids. The lower schools do ok, but the upper school is a frickin' mess.
They just are horrible leaders. Lots of theory, little practicality. And, as a Virgo, the organization! God, the lack of organization. People, it's called a calendar. Use it.
I loved that job. My girls still keep in touch; I met with one a couple of weeks ago; she's in college, and wanted advice on how to run her Hispanic Student Association.
I fucked that job up myself, though, with my depression and my health problems. I own that. I'd go back in a hot second.
ETA: I did send in a resume and writing sample to be a content writer at Shmoop, though, so if any SanFran peeps are BFF's with anyone who works there, please tell them they should hire me to write snarky yet intellectual study guides for literature. I will bake you cookies and send you liquor!
Don't know if you are hugger Erin, so just good wishes for everything working out.
What the heck, cat? Sammie just got up on my desk, purred prettily at me, and started chewing on a silver and lapis lazuli cuff bracelet. Oh, and now I'm chasing her out from behind the entertainment center because she's acting like a cat who wants to chew on wires. Somebody's got an oral fixation.
I know you've all been wondering, so here's a quick Ryan update. I have discovered this weekend that my son has Opinions. One such opinion is that baseball caps are only to be worn the right way around. If I put my cap on backwards (to take a photo, say), he will not rest until he's removed it and set it back to rights on Daddy's head. he has the courage of his convictions, this one. (Or, if his mother is to be believed, OCD. Tomayto, tomahto.)
Go, opinion-having Ryan. Don't let your dad get away with being sloppy.
