On Getting Screwed

I've had a week to process this, and it still stinks. Picture this - the last day of school, 8 AM in the hallway by the office, trying to get stuff set for the 7th graders for their day, eighth grade parents coming in for promotion, and the principal says, "we have to talk." Did I have the high school job yet? Well, no, I had to reapply, and I said I would let you know by June 15, and you said that would be fine. "Well, I'm DIT'ing you anyway."

Say what? This is how you tell me you want me transferred? I understand wanting to get rid of me, and since I did the moral, ethical thing by letting you know I was looking, you use it against me. Okay, I can live with that.

But what a shit-ass way to do it. No class, no cojones.

'Nough said.