It gets worse

They scheduled a last-minute meeting at the end of the day today during my last class. I thought they were firing me. Instead, they gave me a mostly-vague improvement plan that requires immediate improvement and only has a week and a half timeline included in it. And they included loads of information they had never shared with me before today. Basically, it seems like they are finally officially working to fire me, and with no severance package. Looks like the long-term sub candidate passed her background check and is available in a week and a half to start.

My department head doubted me when I expressed this concern. She knew that had been horrible to me from the start, and had said she would have quite several times over, had she been in my shoes. But she thought she would have been informed if they were doing anything that might lead to terminating my contract. She said she feels like she was incredibly naïve, and she apologized for thinking everything was no big deal when I was originally very concerned this might happen. She believes I am a great addition to the school and a great teacher. She’s also the only one who has talked to me about class and lessons etc., or who has ever observed me in class. But none of it is up to her, and she hates how helpless she feels and is right now.

Personally, as frustrating as all the BS is, I trust God. The amount of strain and depression that has lifted simply at the prospect of not having this job in another couple weeks has been shocking. Even though we cannot get by without the income, and we will have no insurance any longer, it is starting to seem clear that God doesn’t want me in this environment. If He did, there would be a path forward within it. But it has been near-constant roadblocks for the past two months.

I told my husband that my goal now is just to get as much money as possible before leaving the job, whatever the circumstances of my departure may be and whenever they may be. The whole point of keeping the job that made me miserable and depressed was to help with finances. That is truly still the point, so I will stay as long as I can in order to earn that paycheck.

God, guide us clearly in your will, please. Thank you for the love of my family and of my friends. Guide our leaders to follow you. Help me to see clearly my next step. Keep my husband safe, please. Make me and our baby well and safe, please. Your will be done. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2024

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