The trouble with social media is, that when you need to vent, you have to remember who's on your friends list. Not always a good idea to friend co-workers, even if you just need to vent about work in general. That kind of stuff can take on a life of it's own. No bueno. So, like many millions of other people, I hate my job. Passionately. Like, if the building were on fire, I would volunteer to bring the weenies and marshmallows. I'm also kind of stuck because the pay is good and the benefits are excellent. I suppose we all have complicated and conflicting reasons why we get up and go to work everyday, even at a job we hate.
So I was the lucky recipient tonight of a write-up. I deserved part of it, I won't lie, but the sequence of events started out messed up and I just dropped the ball on my end. It still sucks. Personally, I may just not be taking it seriously enough, but it's not like the Soviets got nuclear secrets or something. And I'm sure it's nothing everybody else hasn't done at one time or another, I just got caught. Lucky me. Yaaaaaaaay.
What really bites about this particular write-up at this particular time is that I'm trying to transfer departments and this might screw that up. Sigh. I've often gotten the feeling that the Universe is telling me that this is not the job for me and is nudging me to change my direction and career path, but I don't need a sledge hammer to tell me that. A gentle coaxing is sufficient, THANK YOU.
So what I really want to do is direct. Ha-ha.
I've changed my focus from teaching High School to elementary school, But I need to get the credentials changed around, I'm dragging my feet, though. Part of it is financial and part of it is inertia. When this body is at rest, it really does tend to stay at rest.