Of course, when I return home I find my contract in the mailbox. “Sign and return by June 30, 2009” HA! Good thing I have another one in the mail.
Mom and I spent Sunday morning school supply shopping…for the third time. I love it. There is nothing better than the smell of a newly opened box of crayons. My classroom will be decked out head to toe in crayola products, utensils, crates and baskets, and one pretty awesome treasure chest!
“Don’t you love
My future principal called three weeks ago to notify me I was approved by the school district and my contract would be in the mail very soon. I was elated at the thought of receiving my first contract, especially one that would rename me as an adult. A fully employed, money making adult. I needed this contract more than anything to prove I was actually taking the next logical step in life.
A week goes by and no contract. That’s okay. Sometimes these things take a while. It’s not like any ole letter. Second week passes and still nothing. Several emails and phone calls later, I found it was sent to my prior collegiate address. One I would be moving out of in just a week. Phew! So I really was hired and I’m not dreaming. I, Morgan Rhodes, am still a future third grade teacher. As mom and I pulled into my apartment parking lot today, I nearly stumbled to get out of the car and into my mailbox. This simple piece of paper had been like a lost treasure to me and I was finally at the end of my hunt. My sneaker-covered feet had reached the metal treasure box and I had the golden key to get in.
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!
Have you ever expected something to be sitting under the Christmas tree and woke up Christmas morning to find it missing? Literally missing, because you knew it belonged there and some tragic mistake must have occurred. That is how I felt at this particular moment. Nothing, there was absolutely nothing in my treasure box. Not even ads or super market coupons. When I returned to my mother and told her my contract was yet again on the run and my mailbox awkwardly empty, she reminded me of the Change of Address I had recently filled out at the post office.
Me (aggravated): “So, they just take it all out and throw it away?”
Mom: “No, they remove it and mark it to be sent to the changed address.” Me (angry): “People aren’t suppose to mess with your mail. Isn’t that some sort of law?!”
Mom: “Yes, but when you fill out a change of address…”
Me (worried and becoming infuriated): “So you’re saying it’s been moving around and is in the process of being mailed back to my new address?”
Mom: “No, after this much time it was probably lost.”
Did she just say lost? Wow, I’m so going to be the new, completely aggravating, hard to deal with employee that can’t seem to get their crap together. Back to the annoying emails and phone calls. Lord, this totally isn’t funny right now. Let go of your piñata string, and let me actually make a few hits before you draw it back up, and I swing and miss completely, please!
