Welcome to my world. Here you will find stories that will make you laugh, think, cry, and maybe not even believe. I'll share my love of technology, social media, Latino issues, relationship ups and downs, and my journey to good health.
I fell on my knee at work last week. The same day those two women I work with laughed at my dress. My official diagnosis "contusion of the knee". In layman's terms it means you have a bunch of tiny fractures on the top of your knee (bone bruises) and you're going to be in a brace and in pain for months, possibly YEARS. Yay.
I have a goal this year. I'm not going to share it with you all until the end of the year. It's a pretty lofty and almost impossible task, but I'm going to work extremely hard to complete it.
Last night I dreamed I was watching a horror movie at some random guy's house wearing only my jeans. After the movie was over I left and went walking down the street with no shoes or shirt on still just in my jeans. This dream has to mean something. Maybe I'm feeling overexposed?
I cannot stand people at work knowing there is something wrong with me. I struggle with chronic pain daily, but I work really hard not to look like it. Now I have this stupid brace on my knee and I'm walking with a limp. Everyone has heard I fell in the 6th grade hall and most have probably seen the replay on the camera in the office. Ugh.
Despite all that's going on I have hope that this is going to be a better year for me.
Today is the first day back at work due to winter break and two snow days due to the Polar Vortex of 2014. I was actually excited to get back to school. I wanted to hear about my student's vacations, see the new technology Santa brought them, and to wear a new dress that I got a great deal on at Macy's.
After my morning hall duty I see two female colleagues walking towards me. Both smile and nod politely as did I. As soon as they were supposedly out of my hearing distance, they began whispering and laughing at my dress.
I like to look professional at work. I go out of my way to dress up. I don't feel it's appropriate to wear polyester pants and frumpy shirts to work everyday. I dress like I work at a business on Wall Street. I think it's important for students to see me as their teacher, a professional woman, and a role model especially since I am the only woman of color in my entire district. Many people that I work with look like they just rolled out of bed and came to work. I'm not judging anyone, but when you go to work, you should look like you're going to work!
I've gotten dirty looks for coming to school early, turning in required paperwork first, dressing up "too much" (a suit is apparently "too much"), starting my classes on time and not standing around in the hallway talking instead of teaching. I've been accused of sucking up to the administration because I say hello and shake our Superintendent's hand when he stops in our building to check in.
I'm sick and tired of these nasty people I work with! I'm tired of constantly being judged for being a good employee. I'm not perfect by any means, but I try really hard to do my very best at work. Today was just another reminder why I want to live far away, alone in the middle of nowhere.