the (other) waiting game

[velvetpage]

Well, I got the last of the phone calls. It came down to the wire. The deliberated about 20 minutes, which is gratifying. But the other person still won out, so I am going to be placed next week. In the box where you got to give information about inappropriate sites (e.g., my kids attend that school) I put, in big bold letters, highlighted in yellow, "NO INTERMEDIATE CLASSES". I hope they get the picture. At this point, if I never saw another teenager aside from the kids I gave birth to, grown up, I would be perfectly happy.

I feel much less stressed, and this is the first time I haven't fought back tears after getting that kind of phone call. It pays to have no expectations.

Comments

[thebitterguy]

God, yes. They're evil.

[anidada.livejournal.com]

Ugh. That's nasty. *sigh*

[velvetpage.livejournal.com]

There's a possibility, but it's slim. The placement committee includes the system principal, a couple of trustees, a superintendent or two, and most importantly, a union representative whose job it is to make sure evil things don't happen to union members. They put everyone on a list in order of seniority and place them that way. With any luck, I'm the most senior French person wanting a transfer - or at least, the most senior wanting a transfer into French (there's always plenty wanting to transfer out of it, probably because of those issues I mentioned a week or so ago about intermediate French.) With a little more luck, one of the people who got the French jobs I applied for is leaving behind a 4-6 core French job at a nice school in Stoney Creek.