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That's it. Cleaned the room. Noted what needed noting. Handed in my keys.
There is just one thing to do yet. Father J asked if I would come in (for per-hour pay) and help them set up a network database program. I worked five hours a week for the parish and that is stopping as of today, so I said I would. The main benefit of this is I get to keep the laptop until then. Which is good because I have much cleaning up to do on that laptop. Nothing torrid, mind. Nothing even questionable. Files just tend to get put all over the place when you use a computer over a time and I want to make sure I burn copies of everything I can. Plus I don't want to leave any of my lesson plans or thought or whatnot on there. Because those are mine.
Turned in the keys and the principal asked if I was coming in tomorrow. I responded with: "Am I supposed to?". She said no and I left it at that. I think she would like it if I came in and did maintenance on the computers. Not going to happen. I had always worked full time all of that last week, even though it wasn't required and I came in at least once a week all summer long. Of course, past summers I was still being paid to do five hours of parish work a week so I had an obligation to be there. While it is true that I worked many more than those required hours, all that work was done because it was going to help me out in the fall. Besides, summer is the only time you can really do any hard-core computer maintenance.
Not this year. It is so not my dog. I put in all the days required of my contract. They want me to do tech work for them, they can pay me. 'Cuz I'm done.
Done.
As I told my mom, I'm not sad, just melancholy. The work I did was not only well done, it was good work. Can't be sad about that.
I said my good-byes. A couple "I can't believe they are letting you go" and "you did such a great job of preparing our kids" go a long way to boosting the ego and ease the pain of parting.
I've tried to be gracious and accepting throughout this whole situation. No bitter words. Didn't say snide comments (even if I thought them). Never spoke one ill-word about anyone to anyone. Was always -- always -- positive and faith-filled when talking to people about it. Was always positive and faith-filled when talking about my (lack of) plans for the future. Did everything asked of me up to the last day with a smile and quick turn around. Tried my best to leave all the important information in places where those in charge (who haven't a clue what it all means) can find it.
Going out to eat tonight with Wil and Myr and my folks. Celebrating Myr's graduation to seventh grade. Pizza and couple of drinks. Sounds good.
It feels sad to be leaving but it sounds good to be done.
There is just one thing to do yet. Father J asked if I would come in (for per-hour pay) and help them set up a network database program. I worked five hours a week for the parish and that is stopping as of today, so I said I would. The main benefit of this is I get to keep the laptop until then. Which is good because I have much cleaning up to do on that laptop. Nothing torrid, mind. Nothing even questionable. Files just tend to get put all over the place when you use a computer over a time and I want to make sure I burn copies of everything I can. Plus I don't want to leave any of my lesson plans or thought or whatnot on there. Because those are mine.
Turned in the keys and the principal asked if I was coming in tomorrow. I responded with: "Am I supposed to?". She said no and I left it at that. I think she would like it if I came in and did maintenance on the computers. Not going to happen. I had always worked full time all of that last week, even though it wasn't required and I came in at least once a week all summer long. Of course, past summers I was still being paid to do five hours of parish work a week so I had an obligation to be there. While it is true that I worked many more than those required hours, all that work was done because it was going to help me out in the fall. Besides, summer is the only time you can really do any hard-core computer maintenance.
Not this year. It is so not my dog. I put in all the days required of my contract. They want me to do tech work for them, they can pay me. 'Cuz I'm done.
Done.
As I told my mom, I'm not sad, just melancholy. The work I did was not only well done, it was good work. Can't be sad about that.
I said my good-byes. A couple "I can't believe they are letting you go" and "you did such a great job of preparing our kids" go a long way to boosting the ego and ease the pain of parting.
I've tried to be gracious and accepting throughout this whole situation. No bitter words. Didn't say snide comments (even if I thought them). Never spoke one ill-word about anyone to anyone. Was always -- always -- positive and faith-filled when talking to people about it. Was always positive and faith-filled when talking about my (lack of) plans for the future. Did everything asked of me up to the last day with a smile and quick turn around. Tried my best to leave all the important information in places where those in charge (who haven't a clue what it all means) can find it.
Going out to eat tonight with Wil and Myr and my folks. Celebrating Myr's graduation to seventh grade. Pizza and couple of drinks. Sounds good.
It feels sad to be leaving but it sounds good to be done.
