*************************************Today, Friday, is the day "we" have all been waiting for... the day of dread.
I know I mentioned it awhile back that our budget has been slashed like all school budgets everywhere.
Our high school is being closed at the end of the year. Squeaky will not graduate on the stage where he sang The Tooth Brushing Song and Must Be Santa (as did my other children) but instead in the town to the left.
We have made adjustments to most of these complaints. Squeaky will graduate and that is a great thing all by itself. The stage really does not matter beyond sentimentality. My pride in him will be no less. I'll still cry and embarrass the heck out of him. We will celebrate. But today we are back to the real problem. If I do not lose my job today, I may lose hours that I cannot afford to lose. I will certainly be losing friends. All of my friends in my lunch bunch are at serious risk. All are high school teachers. It's pretty sure that we won't need them without that high school. There is a teacher who was hired as temporary that will be gone.
There are no jobs open right now in teaching. Too many teachers are being laid off. We, the support staff... that's those of us who are not teachers but work as Instructional Assistants, Secretaries, Bookkeepers, Janitors, Cooks, Media Specialists like myself... we will fall by the way as well.
Today the ax man cometh. He will meet with us one by one and we will learn our fates. There will be the gauntlet of high anxiety, tears, anger, grief and most especially felt by all... loss. I can't tell you how much I will miss these people. I am dreading today and that foul ax-man. (Yes I know, he's just doing his job and who would want that crap assignment?)
As for myself, I have decided that what is meant to be will be. If I lose my job, there is another somewhere. Maybe in the town to the left. I truly have been wanting to move anyway. I will let this decide if I stay or go. I will call it an adventure...like I do when we get lost on trips to places we have not yet been... and hope no one notices that I am lost. Again.
All I really have left to say about it is... MAN THIS SUCKS! I'll let you know what happens. Until I know, I'm just one of those stupid concrete statues in the photograph above... waiting my turn in line. I'm hoping the concrete keeps the ax at bay. The Clash - Should I stay or should I go