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dear former blog,
today was a pretty good day at work, for an office day, until the end. we were all ooohing over the blizzard outside, as if that's an unusual thing here, when the vice principal said, "melissa, how are you getting home??"
the head teacher, the vice principal, and i had a conversation before i went on vacation about whether i would come to school during break (yes), how i would get there (community bus), and how i would get home (somebody would drive me). today, three weeks later, i realized that nobody but me remembers having that conversation. (but i bet they remember me crying in front of everyone at the party that same night.) so the principal, who is always very kind to me (after my crying episode, he said "you will never surrender!!"), offered to drive me home. but i still ended up looking stupid and irresponsible.
most of the day i was thinking how nice it is to love my job, but it's not without it's frustrations.
today was a pretty good day at work, for an office day, until the end. we were all ooohing over the blizzard outside, as if that's an unusual thing here, when the vice principal said, "melissa, how are you getting home??"
the head teacher, the vice principal, and i had a conversation before i went on vacation about whether i would come to school during break (yes), how i would get there (community bus), and how i would get home (somebody would drive me). today, three weeks later, i realized that nobody but me remembers having that conversation. (but i bet they remember me crying in front of everyone at the party that same night.) so the principal, who is always very kind to me (after my crying episode, he said "you will never surrender!!"), offered to drive me home. but i still ended up looking stupid and irresponsible.
most of the day i was thinking how nice it is to love my job, but it's not without it's frustrations.