so i interviewed for an administrative position on friday. i didn’t get it. hoped i did, but didn’t expect it. the person who got it has been with the unit about a year longer than i have so i thought about that.
one of the main reasons i was sort of hoping i would get it is the seating arrangement. sitting next to your “ex” never really helps things. granted, we only went out on one technical date. but it’s still painful to sit next to her. and, from person to person more than anything, i hope she is able to get her life in order. from what i can tell, she’s talking to a psychiatrist and looking to move out. sounds like good news.
there has been drama at my old school. i got somewhat involved. may lead to the speech teacher getting replaced. we shall see. problem is that if the person is let go, there may not be someone to fill it for a while. the only reason i bring it up is because the head special ed. administrator for the area was in the office the other day and basically offered my colleague and myself an administrative position. she said whenever we wanted to be assistant principals to let her know. my friend, who works in the the same area, just got and administrative job, so i am happy for him. sad to lose him as a friend in the unit, but glad we still live close by.
i was partially thinking about taking it. with my knowledge and my connections to my old site, i could easily move back into this position and my old life in a sense. i did work at this school before. i’m sure they’d be happy to give me this assignment since the person who had it earlier this year already left.
as much as i hate it, i feel like there is something keeping my sitting right next to her. if i did get the promotion, i would have switched seats in the office. had she been released to take a position closer to her house, well, she would have been gone. i hope i’m not just being fucked with. i’m too old and too broken down for this shit. at times, she has referenced the idea of “don’t shit where you eat” since her baby’s dad worked at the school she used to work at. part of me sees that as something she doesn’t want to deal with again. thus, keeping her emotional distance.
we work together. we have to. but shit.
who knows. sometimes i wish, i never met her.
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