We’re not sure what this means for us. I vowed if we ever got another one that we’d be outta’ here… but our options aren’t as vast as they once were.
But, either way we’re both praying to know the right things to do. We’re also not worrying about it until the mister is back from Ireland.
There’s always a lot of variables, and they’re required to hand us the slips if there’s a chance they’ll eliminate teachers. In this case, the elementary teachers might be able to take Drew’s job, because they have higher seniority. They’d still have high school music, they’re considering cutting elementary music.
Just part of my stressful Friday. Drew got it on Thursday afternoon right as he was trying to do grades, and lesson plans and pack and try not to lose is mind.
Friday morning add a tsunami warning… and well… it did bring things into prospective.
And now he’s golfing in Ireland.
Big hugs to anyone else who’s getting a pink slip. Regardless of how they put a spin on it, it still hurts. Lots of work for little appreciation.
P.S. Is this deja vu for anyone else? Wasn’t I just writing this same post about myself a while ago?
Want to find more joy?
Pulling Curls is a blog for the overwhelmed to find more joy. Be it a laugh in something I share or tips for everyday life. Don't miss out!