(We use the word substitute because it will take too much ink and money to actually spell out your last name)
It is now August, and we hope your summer was good. Even though we, as an administration, never acknowledged your hard work all year, left you out of the long list of “thank-you’s” that we gave to the entire faculty AND STAFF of the whole building at the end of the year meeting, we’re writing to you now.
We are writing to you, now, at the beginning of August for a very specific reason.
Even though you have worked for our district for the past three years, even though you have been walked on, and underappreciated, and have been treated as though you are an insignificant fly on the wall of the school, we are mandating that you come in for an interview.
Bring your portfolio. Wear your best shoes. And be prepared to beg for your job back.
It makes us happy to see you squirm.
So, when I eventually calmed down from the utter and complete RAGE I was feeling in regards to the incompetent, unprofessional, and irresponsible administrator that stood ME UP in the interview that I attempted to attend yesterday, I got to thinking about all of the other ridiculous interview that I have experienced, and the ridiculous interviews that my friends have experienced.
Again, I venture to an interview. Again, I sit in traffic. This particular Principal asked me to meet her at a coffee shop in downtown Brooklyn. Fine, no sweat.
I get to the interview.
Principal Z asks me, “So you taught at Elementary School 100?”
I look at the resume that she’s holding in front of her hands…
IT. IS. NOT. MINE.
She looks at me…Ummmm what’s your last name again?
I tell her.
Ummmmm, do you have a copy of your resume?
Yeah, sure…here you go.
I MEAN REALLY PEOPLE?? Is it too much to ask for the person who is interviewing you to actually HAVE YOUR RESUME? For them to DO some HOMEWORK?