First impressions

This week I told my boss that I would not be returning to the school next year. He was kind and gracious, but dissappointed. I guess I am a good employee. That is always good to hear. The letter of reccomendation he wrote is also wonderfu (its always good to have the old ego stoked- eh?) He understands the reason, though, so that is good. Reason? I really did not go to school and get my degrees to end up basically a hall monitor. I miss using my brain and stretching it and working with the students on more than a once in a while basis.

The second reason (well in reality the first, because I would be happy with hall monitor if this wasn't an issue) money. I really, really hate that most of my decisions in life revolve around this, or the lack thereof. But the truth of it is this, if the bank account is not happy, I am stressed. And my bank account is just not happy.

Its not like my boss can pay me more, he has said he gladly would if the district would let him, but you all know how administration is. But want to hear something stupid about that? My 18 yr. old son just got hired by the same district to mow school lawns and will be being paid more than I am!!! That was really the clincher for me.

So, this week a job as a lead secretary in a brand new, not even open to students yet, elementary school. I know, I didn't go to school to be a secretary either, but the $$$ is better, it is a contract position and not hourly and there are benefits. I could transfer Brandi there, thus extending our time together and she is very excited about that prospect. She really misses being able to go to work with me and I miss getting her off the school in the mornings. (thanks for doing that for me Jess)

But for all of that to happen, I have to wow the principal of the new school this afternoon at my interview. That is what I hate the most about changing jobs- the interiew. I am not good at interviewing. How to tell people that I will be the best choice they ever made has never been my strong point. But, I go armed with my resume- that was good enough to get me an interview- and letters of reccomendation, and knowledge gained in the 44 1/2 years of life I have lived. So wish me well as I venture into my not so comfortable zone this afternoon.

Oh, and if that should not work out, I know that there are a couple of openings coming at the jr. high that my kids attend and I have already spoken to that principal about applying. So that interview would not be so scary. I really really hate interviews.