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When I decided to become a teacher, I figured that this decision would be met by my entering a world where all things were fair in love and landing a job.
Little did I know, teaching wasn’t void of the harsh realities of the working world where it all had to do with the people you knew, not the skills you had. I learned about this fast though. Thank God because if I hadn’t, I’d still be waiting in the line for “permanent hire.”
I worked for two years covering for maternity leaves thinking that I should land a job no problem with my principal. What I didn’t know was that his friends daughter had just graduated and it was more important for her to get a permanent position in the school board before I did. Me … the person who had been working there for longer than she had.
Needless to say, this pissed me off in a big fucking way. I was so livid. The inner brat in me wanted to bang my fists on my desk and throw the mother of all temper tantrums. But instead, I learned how to play the game. I learned that I could be the most talented teacher out there who was loved by all her students and their parents … but that it wouldn’t mean shit if I didn’t have a personal connection with the man who held my professional fate in his hands. My principal.
So I did what any girl hungry for a secure job would do. I went on vacation with my boss. And wouldn’t you know? I got a permanent job just one month later!
Now it wasn’t that kind of vacation. There were no extra-marital ANYTHING involved. In fact, his wife and daughter came too. Along with about 10 other people. It was a tour in southern Italy which he planned and guided. It was a no brainer for me. It was like killing two birds with one stone: Me taking a much needed vacation and me landing a much needed permanent job.
Unfortunately, the land of the time-sheets is not a pleasant one. And it’s almost like a mirage … something you’re pretty sure you see but once you reach out to try and take hold of it, it disappears.
I knew what I had to do. And I went for it. As sad as it sounds (Hi, my name is EM and I got a job because I went on vacation with my boss!), I don’t care because I did what I had to do. And no sexual favours were needed.