I was going to write about getting all pissy and anxiety-ridden about a meeting that started later than I expected it to, ran longer than it should have and managed to touch on some of my trigger hot-button issues.
Hot button: lack of contract
So, setting aside the fact that I love my job, I like the hours I am working now and the things I am able to do are totally awesome. And I like the people I work with (wow, that is setting aside an awful lot, but bear with me.) I would like a contract for the whole job stability, benefits, PTO and sick leave... but those aren't the parts that bother me the most. It's the intangible crap that sends me for a loop.
When I am triggered by my persistent status as an hourly employee here are some common themes that go on continuous repeat.
So as my anxiety levels amped up, I sat at the meeting getting sadder and sadder looking at one of the administrators who chose not to hire me. And then I removed my beaded cuff and rubbed the skin raw on my wrist.
Quaker, teacher, parent,