creativeamanda
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I came over here to whine because I can't do it on Facebook because everyone there will know exactly who I'm talking about.
Two years ago, when it was announced that our current principal was coming over to our school, I kind of cringed, because in my role as Autism Coordinator, we had at times butted heads. But I dealt with it, and I thought she and I had moved to a great working relationship. Last year when the world was against her, I and maybe a handful of other teachers stood by her.
This year I took on a lot more than I could handle, but no one else would do it and it would have left her in a bad place. I never complained I had too much to her.
In February when the Low Incidence Specialist job opened at the district office, I talked to her and told her I was applying, but that as I did not know what that meant for my family, I couldn't tell her that I would take the job if offered.
A month rolls by. Even though I had not been interviewed, in the days following me turning in the application, the special ed director starts handing me assignments that would only make sense for me to do it if I was the Low Incidence Specialist. My principal meanwhile asks if I had applied yet. I tell her yes, and she gives me a sad smile. She knows something I don't.
On the day of the interview, I am handed the job description for the job. It is apparent from the description that only one person in the county is qualified for the job. Even though it was not official, I knew I had the job.
This week, on Monday and Tuesday, my principal was friendly with me as she typically is. Wednesday morning, I get a call and am asked to be in the superintendent's office within the hour. I tell the principal. It's apparent she knows, as well.
Since then, she has not said more than 5 words to me other than in a meeting Wednesday afternoon that both of us had to attend. I was determined that perhaps I would talk to her after school yesterday, but by the time yesterday afternoon rolled around, I was so upset, I didn't think I could be professional.
I know a principal is a busy person, but not even saying "Good Morning?" That's not like her.
Either way, I'm upset. The week one gets a promotion should be one where the recipient is happy. I've cried every day since then.
Two years ago, when it was announced that our current principal was coming over to our school, I kind of cringed, because in my role as Autism Coordinator, we had at times butted heads. But I dealt with it, and I thought she and I had moved to a great working relationship. Last year when the world was against her, I and maybe a handful of other teachers stood by her.
This year I took on a lot more than I could handle, but no one else would do it and it would have left her in a bad place. I never complained I had too much to her.
In February when the Low Incidence Specialist job opened at the district office, I talked to her and told her I was applying, but that as I did not know what that meant for my family, I couldn't tell her that I would take the job if offered.
A month rolls by. Even though I had not been interviewed, in the days following me turning in the application, the special ed director starts handing me assignments that would only make sense for me to do it if I was the Low Incidence Specialist. My principal meanwhile asks if I had applied yet. I tell her yes, and she gives me a sad smile. She knows something I don't.
On the day of the interview, I am handed the job description for the job. It is apparent from the description that only one person in the county is qualified for the job. Even though it was not official, I knew I had the job.
This week, on Monday and Tuesday, my principal was friendly with me as she typically is. Wednesday morning, I get a call and am asked to be in the superintendent's office within the hour. I tell the principal. It's apparent she knows, as well.
Since then, she has not said more than 5 words to me other than in a meeting Wednesday afternoon that both of us had to attend. I was determined that perhaps I would talk to her after school yesterday, but by the time yesterday afternoon rolled around, I was so upset, I didn't think I could be professional.
I know a principal is a busy person, but not even saying "Good Morning?" That's not like her.
Either way, I'm upset. The week one gets a promotion should be one where the recipient is happy. I've cried every day since then.