Just in case you thought my job as an elementary school vice-principal was all glamour, let me give you a little update in some of the things I've done over the past few weeks (keep in mind that I have a couple university degrees...):
- upon entering the kindergarten classroom, in which a music teacher was covering the kindergarten
teachersaint, instead of delivering the message, helped several 3 & 4 year olds change their pants after a series of potty accidents. Luckily only pee was involved. Kindergarten teachers are to be revered.
- when faced with a very upset child, because his beloved stuffy "accidentally" ended up on the other side of the fence, in a neighbouring yard, walked around the block to the house, knocked on the door, only to be greeted by a rather rotund, shirtless late-middle aged man, wearing what appeared at first glance to be underwear. Rather flustered, determined he was actually wearing short shorts (quite a feat, with a very red face and unable to look directly at him....mortifying. He could care less.). Asked to retrieve toy from back yard, and picked way through backyard sure I would step in dog poop. At least it's only a jack russell, not a great dane. However, retrieved toy and remained poop free on my shoes. Next time the toy is the dog's.
- held tissues to countless bloody noses, blue latex-free gloves go well with whatever outfit I happen to be sporting that day.
- spent 2 & 1/2 hours at a parent/school meeting, which started at 6:30 pm. After being at school from 7:45 am. Good times. Had difficulty not yawning from exhaustion. Does not inspire community confidence when the v-p is having trouble staying awake.
- spent today in a mentoring meeting, learning about dealing with human resources issues. And how I could be named in a grievance. Or lawsuit. And how to deal with labour conflict. Named in a lawsuit. Doesn't that sound like fun. Note to self....memorize the Education Act and the scads of board policies, as well as the collective agreements of the 4 employee groups in the building. I don't think I will need my GABA to help me sleep.
So you see, while you are all envisioning a nice office, great pay and benefits, I'm cleaning up pee. And rescuing toys from jack russells.
It's a glamorous life I lead...... Hope my stories of my exciting job make you chuckle. I wouldn't change jobs for all of the money in the world. For real. Pee and all.