I woke up thinking of the job situation this morning. Naturally that didn’t set a good tone for the day. When you get out of bed feeling depressed, disgusted and helpless, not much is going to perk you up quick.
Amanda and Jacob have been little horrors today. Sara had a friend over, which means she thought she could get away with stuff when she knew better. And Alex has been … a 13-year-old boy. Kim’s off work this weekend, so it should be a weekend for me to get a lot of writing done, but I can’t. There’s a steady stream of kids coming to me to complain about some other kid.
Between breaking up fights and grocery shopping, I’ve been looking at today’s job listings. I hate that. I got so tired of looking for a job back when I was unemployed after Conoco. I didn’t want to have to do it again. Oh sure, I regularly check for college faculty listings that I might be qualified for, but this is different. Looking for the teaching job is what I want to do. Now it’s desperation. Get out of where I am before things get worse.
Get out and leave them to fend for themselves without me or Robert. Make the business and music PR people actually do their jobs. Let the sports department worry about promoting their regatta. Let the mass communications department actually try calling their chosen reporter at The Oklahoman and order up a feature story to run on a certain date like they told me to do. Ha! Yeah, that’s how the media works. That’s how to promote a relationship with the biggest newspaper in the state.
I’m just bitter. Bitter and depressed that, when I expected to see my lot improve at work I find out there just going to keep working me like a mule and then likely demote me later. I’d like to think the VP was just stressed when he said that, but the more I think about it the more I have my suspicion that he’ll end up putting a particular person I don’t like in a position above me. If I’m there that long.