Little things.

November 19, 2008

Last night, for the first time in recent memory — and, in fact, since probably about junior high school — I had a nightmare.

It was my first day at the new school – and I knew it was a bad idea to take this job in addition to my four other jobs, but I had HAD to.  I was wearing a grey skirt and my ex-boyfriend and the old teacher were both standing in the back of the room – friendly, but expectant.  I had no idea what I was going to teach.  I put on a movie.  It was horrible.  I felt like a failure.  I was wandering around, things were loud, the children weren’t paying attention, and I opened a cupboard and turned on a movie.  I was terrible.  I wasn’t prepared, I’d lost all of my skills, I was useless as a teacher.

——-

3:53 PM me: So, yeah, today.
I sent out an email to faculty on behalf of a student
she didn’t get it, though I cc’d her
and no faculty members responded to her
so she assumed it was never sent and sent a passive-aggressive email to (a guy)
who sent one to (his boss, who also happens to be my boss)
who sent the whole mess to me
3:55 PM who wrote to the student and cc’d her capstone advisor
because, come on now
I HATE that
it is my least favorite thing, ever
3:56 PM Let’s see, my options are a) talk to the person who could explain things or help me or clear it up or solve the problem, or b) talk to somebody else entirely in a passive-aggressive way, involve a bunch of people who don’t need to be involved, prolong the process and perpetuate the issue!
WHICH SEEMS SMARTER?
So annoying.
——-

Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do, I’ll still feel you — here — ’til the moment I’m gone.
-Sara Bareilles, Gravity
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