Old friends, old enemies

J is now all signed up for the new school, whilst we were doing the formal stuff, the assistant principal came in and introduced himself, all very friendly and this school has a totally different feel to it, so I am really hoping for the best.

Went to lunch with a friend, used to work with her.  She's moving to a new job, and also having her first baby in January, so big changes for her.  Thought when she invited me to lunch that it may be more of a formal farewell do from work, and sure enough it was.  She probably thought I wouldn't come if I knew what it was and who was going to be there.  I think others were uncomfortable with my presence, I couldn't give a toss about theirs.  So what if I was rejected for the permanent position that I had adequately and competently held for six years (but only as a temp).  I hate interviews at the best of times - the fact that 3 out of 4 people on the panel I had worked with for varying amounts of time meant I couldn't lie about my abilities like everyone else does at interviews.  I didn't 'fit' the new look that they wanted for the office, so it was bye bye to me.  Do I hold grudges against any of these people, NO, they barely register as a blip on my screen, but it was interesting to see them squirm in my presence, and make nicey-nicey with me.  I learnt later, after I had left, from my continued contact with co-workers, that it became a very unfriendly and hostile environment to work in, so I was pleased in a way to no longer be there, and probably would have ended up leaving anyway.  As Doris sang "Que, sera, sera".

  • Current Mood: amused amused
Isn't it great when you don't really care and can watch other people squirm while you hold your head up high? Good for you.

(I've just taken my little boys for haircuts and they look so cute! They've gone from shaggy Beatle moptops to slightly shorter moptops, since I can't bear to get all their gorgeous hair chopped off. My little cherubs. They're only going to get crewcuts when they insist on it!)
I know it shouldn't have, but it did give me a little coil of mean satisfaction, it's nice to feel a little bit superior sometimes.

We've seen a variety of haircuts over the years, from the mushroom cut, to completely shaven, and various stages in between. J is currently growing his hair, now down past his shoulders, and blithely informed me yesterday that he wanted to get dreadlocks, sort of left me a little gobsmacked. Oh well, it's only hair!