The Appeal of Other Beds

No, it's not what you are thinking... I had trainingplanned for today. It was a middle management class. It was being given at a Holiday Inn just down the way. So I had the brillant idea of getting a room for the night. It appealed to me as a break from the ordinary. But I couldn't decide whether to do it or not. Occassionally I am as wishy-washy as Charlie Brown on his worst day. So after much debate with myself, I decided to do it. They had cable, a bigger bed and bath and I wouldn't have to clean the mess up after I made it (though usually I am not that big of a mess maker).

Overall it was a good night. A big bonus was getting to sleep in until just before the training started. Though my night started off with a laugh. I could have swore that the desk clerk told me 435 was the room number. So I parked as close as I could. I was perfection in the parking which should have clued me off that something was up. I get out, get my stuff and head up stairs. I slide my keycard in and no green light. I am about to do it again while mentally cursing the hotel business since I am so far from the front desk. It was at that point that I realize that there is stuff in the window. Okay I am not trying to get into my room... I was now trying to get into someone else's room. My room number was 453 and I can only imagine what the person in the room thought. I had checked in after 9 PM and the room was dark. I really hope that they were out and not shivering in the dark while someone was trying to get into their Holiday Inn room.

The training was very good. I wish someone had gone over management more when I was taking my classes for elementary education or in library school. They really need a permenant person just to teach these things and teach them well. Though supervising staff and supervising kids, you do run into the same situations. I don't feel as woefully unprepared as I did teaching.

That was a bad experience. I had no idea on how to ask for help and the person supervising me just took over my class. It got to be so bad that I couldn't talk about work without crying. I feel a lot stronger now. It is weird but now I think of it as a good thing. It was the push I needed to get out of the profession and into something that I truly love. I still get to work with kids but it is a whole difference atmosphere.

Well, the kittums are pestering me for loving (as I took off last night) and my pillows are calling...

Good night and may the job you do and the one you want be one and the same.