When I went to bed last night, my paranoia was running high. Still no jobs on the Clark County website. I was almost certain that I was right. And ready to bust some heads over the issue.
I had a great self-righteous conversation with the head of sub services in the shower this morning. Full of "I did the right thing"s and "you have no right to"s and "you should be
ashamed"s and "I'm calling a press conference"s. I do some of my best work with scalding hot water cascading over my head.
Then I checked out the website when I got out of the shower. Full of boys' PE jobs, lousy with metal shop jobs at the correctional facility and rife with bratty elementary jobs. Luckily, I already had a job lined up for today, so I didn't have to choose from all of those lovely options. But that website told me that I'm not banned.
Whew.
I know, I know, no one who read my posting yesterday actually bought into anything I wrote. It was nutty, paranoid and out there, but that's how this particular blonde's brain works. When someone says they want to talk to me about something, I ALWAYS immediately figure I'm in trouble and start wondering what random sin I committed. It's funny. And pathetic, but honestly, that's my immediate response.
So, I narrowly escaped death and destruction once again, I'm pleased to say! I live to sub another day... :)
2 comments:
But it probably made you feel better to post that yesterday. It's weird times out there nothing wrong with being a little paranoid!
Looking forward to seeing you Thursday!
I would have been paranoid too, and I'm pretty sure I'd have been calling Monday morning and not letting it fester instead of waiting it out, but that's me and my FIX IT NOW-ness
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