Yesterday Robby had his first official day at work. I was delighted ( and a little surprised) that he thought to send me a photo before officially clocking in. I was also touched that he brought a dozen donuts with him to share with his new co-workers. He remembered my telling him that my Dad, his Candy Papaw, taught me to always be the employee to bring donuts to the office. My Dad encouraged me to do this throughout my career because he swore that it provided an internal protection against the backstabbing and sniping that often occurs within offices. After all, it is hard to throw the person who brings donuts under the proverbial bus.
He brought the donuts, even though he barely remembers my Dad. My heart leapt with an unexpected joy when he shared his intentions. I know my Dad would have been absolutely delighted!
While Robby had a great day at work, mine continues to frustrate me in unexpected ways. I love working with the kids, but the payroll/administrative issues are beginning to wear me down. It is October 6th. I have been working since August 14th, yet I still do not know my salary. Yesterday I was forced to file an official grievance, which left me gutted.
I love my job working directly with the kids, but I am growing to hate everything else. The administrative red tape feels designed to entangle and trap. With each day I am feeling more detached and less resolved to stay and work for a solution. I breaks my heart, but I have begun to send out applications for contract opportunities. The school year is 25% over next week, and this should have been resolved when the contract was issued!
