I received the following by email, only after I sent out an email this morning:
I’m sorry, ... , but another candidate was selected – thank you for inquiring.
What a trite, inconsiderate, hollow email. Was my candidacy not worth, at the very least, a personal phone call? I have a feeling had I not emailed the schmucks, I would still be sitting hear, wondering and hoping that I may have a job. Unprofessional assholes.
That's the second time I've been a so-called finalist and have been passed up. What the hell do you have to do to get a job around here? Pearl necklaces don't work, diamond hoop earrings don't work. Fuck it. Next interview, I'm going in wearing jeans, a hoodie, plaid Chucks and my hair back in a ponytail.
I'm am somewhere between a scream, punching a wall and curling up into the fetal position and crying until I choke on my own misery.
Dad said it's darkest before dawn.
Well it's pretty damn dark at the moment.
4 comments:
Try a button up teacher sweater and a bun in your hair.
(http://cgi.ebay.com/HANDMADE-TEACHER-SWEATER-by-COTTON-SALSA-PERU-L-12-14_W0QQitemZ330275479129QQcmdZViewItem)
Seriously, that sucks and I am sorry it didn't work out. You deserve to own a school by now.
PS. I will be emailing soon with my remarks about Klosterman. I am loving it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
lame. i hate inconsiderate people! you prob intimidated them. maybe you should ugly/nerd yourself up for the next one. or perhaps the hot for teacher look? i'm sorry they're soooo lame.
I think you should shave your head, pierce several facial features, and get a tattoo of a snake on your neck.
Think of writers and how many rejection slips they get. Something will happen. Do an inspiration board!
And go buy yourself something pretty and useless.
Forgive me if I said this before, but it seems to stick in my mind...
I feel like these doors that are closing for you seem to be like the rejection letters writers get. You are a teacher, there is no doubt about that. Teaching is your "poetry". You strive to be better at it. You miss it when it's not there. You feel complete when you are doing it. And the thing is...this is just a series of rejection letters that you have to tack up to your wall...stick up your finger at them...and say, "F**K YOU!" Then take a shot and sit down with the Job section of the newspaper.
They are the magazine that didn't fit your style. And as long as you keep at it, you will find a school that "gets" what it is you are trying to do. And then it will all have been worth it. Because you'll be happy to see yourself at that school (in print).
But through all of this, Ilene, please, don't forget the shot.
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