It's hard to sum up my feelings. A) Because feelings are usually a private matter. B) Because I'm a procrastinator and I have SO MUCH STUFF to get done at the HK in the next three days. I mean, I'm really an idiot for putting so much of this stuff off. And C) Because they're such a modge-podge of good slash bad and I care but I'm also indifferent and that whole "things are never what you expect" type of thought process that happens at the end of something like this.
I did a good thing. That, I can be sure of. Had my exit interview with the Exec Director and she made a good point that sometimes the organization is only ready for so much at one time, and being that I was the first Vol. Coord. here, I think I could only do what I did. If we want to put this into teen movie terminology, I was totally prepared to "bring da noise" however perhaps the HK wasn't entirely ready for "da noise to be broughten". I'm fine with that. If it werent for the poverty aspect of this position, it would have been a pretty cake job.
Also, I've come to the conclusion that in most workplaces, there's usually going to be someone who wants to eff up your day. Now I'm not going to elaborate on this further, but I do believe in karma, and I think the way you treat people eventually comes back to you, and I think this person in particular has a whole lot of bad karma coming her way after the way she's treated people at the HK over the course of her many years here.
It kind of reminds me of last year when I was working at MLF and one of the kids got hurt. This kid was eleven years old and probably one of the smartest and funniest kids I've ever met in my seven yrs as a camp counselor. This kid also had my number and had pissed me off more times than any eleven-year-old should be able to in like an eight-month period. We were on a field trip to this Kid's Gym type place where they had this exact bouncy toy.
The whole story goes is that another one of my favorite kids (so many favorites) runs up to me and the other counselors, screaming that someone got hurt "in the panda". I dont know about you, but kids sure are hilar. Then, thinking it was one of the little kids that was actually cute, we all got up in anticipation of a crying five-year-old, when the eleven-year-old crawls out of the tiger in the most dejected manner possible, grimacing, and staring at his hand. Well, we all sat back down out of relief, and, we'll call him Parker for kicks, Parker comes over and looks at me and L with sad, puppy dog eyes:
"I jammed my finger in the bouncy toy."
This is where I explained what karma was to an eleven-year-old boy, what goes around comes around, and instructed him to sit down and get over it while I grabbed him an ice pack because at the heart of it all I truly liked the kid.
That's kind of how I feel about this co-worker. Minus the part where I like her and think she's smart and funny. She might be a bitch, but karma can be a worse one, and I'm looking forward to hearing about the day when she gets canned for being underqualified and over-confident.
I believe the specific JT lyrics are "What goes around comes around goes around comes all the way back around."
With that, I got some serious shit to catch up on before we can call Wednesday a total bust.
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