So last month was the end of the school year, and the last that I worked at my school before being involuntarily transferred to currently who-knows-where elsewhere in the school district. After more than 20 years, the principal cut my position due to "budget issues" and a need for a teacher who is certified in more science areas than I am (even though I'm already certified in 2 very high need academic areas, science and math, which is more than most teachers are). Despite the principal claiming it was due to factors outside my control, a lot of teachers over the months kept coming up and expressing sympathy and pity for my situation, saying how the principal screwed me over, that I'm way too nice and hard working to deserve her getting rid of me. Yes, screwed over and ripped off are the phrases they used. She's also done this to multiple other teachers too--cut their positions (again, claiming a dubious budget) or driving other teachers to decide on their own to quit or transfer. I went through the school district's site selection portal for employees, which is an internal online listing of teacher position vacancies at various schools, for internal employees only, and allows you to send your resume and cover letter so that you are considered for other positions. I also attended several interviews at various schools, even though they were all at schools I did not want to work at. I have been attending jobsearch workshops and webinars as well in the meantime, but I know I absolutely do not want to leave my school district because I need, I NEED, my retirement pension since I have literally nobody to support me (no kids, unmarried, and my parents are deceased). I am waiting to pick a school from the list, which I heard got bumped up to this week or next week instead of having to wait until August like usual, which helps, but I'm nervous about that.
Despite teachers giving me sympathy, last month I felt like complete garbage, like nobody cared that I was leaving, and that my 20+ years at this school were all for nothing. Nobody knew much about the circumstances surrounding why my position was cut, or that the principal now wants the biology teacher to teach chemistry too (the latter which I'm not certified in). All they knew was that the principal had cut me, and that rumors had circulated for months that the principal had it out to get me and had listened to the viciously gossipy chemistry teacher Mr. Trout, aka her little principal's pet, to get rid of me. Mr. Trout is a known bully who loves to pick on all the other teachers. Nobody really likes him and he's even gossiped a lot of nasty stuff about the principal too behind her back, yet he then goes and kisses up to the principal, spending hours after school each day in her office gossiping and also sweet talking her. She actually called him out on his bs a few years ago at one of our staff meetings, snapping at him to keep his constant negativity to himself--which actually caused some staff members to applaud, but then a few months later, Mr. Trout was back to schmoozing with her for hours after school. So all the students and some of the teachers heard was that I was "getting the axe". Well, in the last week of the school year, all those teachers who had come up to me previously expressing their sympathy and well wishes for me weren't really around much to help me when I needed it. One woman teacher who I thought was my friend, who is always so cheerful and helpful to everyone, had made empty promises to help me pack up all my stuff and clean out my classroom and the behemoth walk-in lab closet, but then that same chemistry teacher Mr. Trout butted in and started talking up a storm to her, stealing her time. When he was finally done, she looked at her watch and said to me, "oh look at the time, I gotta go, I have somewhere I promised to be to pick up my teenage sons". This happened a few times and then I gave up on her helping me.
At the end of every school year on staffs' last day, we always culminate with a big meeting for all staff members. The principal gives her round of "shout-outs" and honorable mentions, and always mentions the teachers who are leaving so we can applaud them and wish them well. This year she mentioned a few who were retiring but didn't mention me leaving. Go figure. She also did her shout-outs for staff members with perfect attendance, but had neglected to mention the perfect attendance staff a few years back in the year when I'd had perfect attendance. I feel sad that I never got my recognition. Oh but she and the janitor told me off about not having everything completely cleared out of my classroom. She even made the remark "you knew since the beginning of May you weren't able to stay here" even though she had told me in May that I wasn't to pack up anything early because students still needed to be taught with all the materials and lab activities as usual. Unlike the 2 other teachers who also got cut and therefore decided to slack off since they felt "it doesn't matter if she's kicking us out anyway", I still put my all into the job and taught and gave assignments up until the very last day of final exams. One of the teachers who got cut literally stopped teaching as soon as he found out he was losing his job. Even the regular teachers stopped giving work by June for the most part, and let kids watch movies in class instead. I was the only one still doing my job to the fullest, and this is the thanks I get. I never felt more unappreciated in my job ever than I did on that last day, which should have been a laidback and happy day for me. When everyone else left at noon that day, I was stuck staying until past dinner time just deep cleaning everything in my room. At least the bully teacher Mr. Trout was long gone, I thought. Then as I walked out to my car, who drives by in his big Cadillac Escalade and comes right up to me, but bully Mr. Trout himself. At first I thought maybe he was offering to carry one of my boxes to my car for me, so perhaps I should be polite just for that. Instead, he tells me that I shouldn't bother trying to find another teaching job, that I'll get "eaten alive" at any other school, that I should instead get a min wage job at a nursing home because at least a nursing home might pay me benefits. What! Keep in mind I changed my college major away from nursing because I was too squeamish to deal with body fluids and other essential tasks of nursing, just to end up being mandated by my late parents to play full-time nurse and caregiver to them when they were both in their last elder years, in critical care. Although I did it because my parents needed my help, it was very all-consuming for me, zapped many years away from me being able to live my own life, and I swore I would only do it for my parents and never for anyone else ever again. Why would I want to change ambivalent strangers' bedpans now? And likely end up working alongside some of the very same allied health program students who always acted up in my class when they were still in school and had my class a few years ago, right. He then said that no retail job will hire me because I'm too old. He said all this mean stuff but I felt obligated to at least listen and be polite. I ended up walking to my car feeling so defeated and awful.
Then there is R, the man I've been with for 22 years. I really enjoyed spending 4th of July weekend with him at his shore house by the beach, but recently he has gone back to not calling or being there for me. It seems that he likes to tell me I have no "free time", but as soon as I'm free to have an actual life, he's no longer around. Oh but he did show up impromptu once in the last two weeks, visiting me at home right before I was planning to go swim at the gym, and he parked behind me in my driveway, blocking in my car AGAIN. He claimed he was there to "help" me, as I was already there organizing stuff and bringing in some of the boxes from school that had sat in my car's trunk for almost a month, but instead he only helped me carry in 2 boxes from my car during the hour he was there, and they were some of the lightest boxes of the bunch too. Even worse, when he took a phone call from this woman tenant who's renting one of his rental units, he mentioned he was at his "friend's house"! After all these years, he refers to me to other people as his "friend". I wanted so badly to say to him while he was on the phone, "Gee, have you had sex with ALL of your 'friends' too??" Which speaking of, I haven't even gotten that anymore from him anymore, or hardly ever. Ever since he started having trouble with his prostate, he can never seem to keep it up. Whenever we try and he shows impotence, he keeps claiming it's his prostate yet he won't take viagra for it. I'm not sure why. He won't even bother to get it rechecked out at the doctor, like it's not a concern. But now he's not even coming at all. In a wicked kind of way, I'm a little glad because it means I can leave for the gym or shopping whenever I want without worrying about him coming by impromptu, but I also feel distraught that he would just up and leave me again. I mean, I've been with him for over 20 YEARS! I never slept with any other man during that time, even during the other temporary breakups or breaks that R and I had. My friend has brought up several times now, questioning the possibility that maybe R hasn't been quite as loyal to me. (I mean, I've already caught him kissing that woman in the parking lot after club closing time years ago. And I found other things that aren't nearly as red-handed as catching him with someone, but things that seem very suspicious.) But if he has been, I know I'd be devastated, truthfully.
I just feel like such discarded garbage, like nobody values any of the loyalty I've given for the past 20+ years.