After working in corporate America for two years, I decided I had enough. I had a husband whom I hardly ever saw and a 2 year-old daughter who called every woman “Mommy” except for me. I decided I needed to embark on a career that would make me feel good about making a contribution to the world. A career that would allow me to enlighten peoples’ minds as well as give me a challenge. A career that would give me the flexibility and balance of family life and work life. “I got it!,” I cry. “I am going to teach!”
Inside I wonder, ‘Why didn’t I think of this before? This career as a teacher will give me all that I ask for and more. And will be perfect to teach Social Science. After all, I do have aand I love history, government, and politics (oh my!)’
So I went to a teacher’s job fair and interviewed for a position. I was so freaking happy at my possible new career I did not really pay much attention to what the interviewer was saying. Luckily she didn’t notice and she hired me on the spot! I was completely smitten with my new role in life. At orientation I was so busy chatting with the person next to me that I did not hear what they said about salary, benefits, or any other perks that came with the job. I was going to be a teacher and enhance and mold the young minds of America. And get to see my family a whole lot more, too.
From day one, I liked everything about it. I liked the students, the colleagues, and the school. My excitement was on such a high level that I didn’t even realize when payday rolled around.
YEAH, PAYDAY! I am so excited! (Cue music, the Pointer Sisters singing, “I am so excited and I just can’t hide it. I am about to lose control and I think I like it.”) I open my pay stub and WTH? I look at (more like studied) the pay stub and think that this cannot be right.
I get home and DH asks me if today was payday for me. I hand him the pay stub and he’s “so excited” for me. He tells me that this is not a bad check. I think he is kidding, or just trying to be nice. He says that it is a pretty good check for my first week. I inform him that the pay stub is for TWO weeks. (Cue record scratching sound ofin husband’s head stopping mid-beat.) He’s not so excited anymore.
He asks me if they forgot to move the decimal point to the right. I tell him no. He suggests that maybe they mistakenly left out a digit. I reply again no. I take the pay stub from him and look at it again. Ooh! I do discover a mistake! The pay stub is for 15 days of work PLUS two days of orientation, so it is for even more than my normal paychecks will be.
The next day I go to work and ask my principal if it is too late to negotiate on the contract!
Deborah’s reply (SPOILER ALERT):
At least you got to spend more time with your family because two years later they laid you off!