Last year my assistant and I had some personality differences. That’s a really nice way of saying that she thought she was going to be offered my job, and when she wasn’t and had to maintain her status as assistant, she did everything in her power to prove to our superiors that I wasn’t capable of handling my position. By March of last year, there was so much tension between us that 2 of our bosses had to mediate a sit-down for us to hash things out. By April, another assistant in the school signed a contract to take over the position as my assistant. (And I have to stop here to tell you that she is AWESOME. She makes my job so much easier and so much more fun! This school year is night and day from last year.)
Throughout last year, despite the stress this woman caused me and the tears I shed at home, I kept my mouth shut at work. I vented to Mr. Roller Coaster, to my mom, and to my close friends, but never to anyone at work. And until a few days ago, I assumed that this woman had done the same. Sadly I was wrong.
My new Awesome Assistant recently told me that last year, Bad Assistant was spreading such hateful stories about me that another teacher questioned whether it was wise for her to take the job with me because I was “evil.” I was shocked. This coming from a woman I actually thought I had a good relationship with. Two other names were thrown into the mix as staff members who took Bad Assistant’s side. Thinking back on it now, that explains a lot. Those women have always been cold to me. Now it all makes sense.
So what’s the problem Roller Coaster?, you might ask. You have a new awesome assistant and Bad Assistant is out of the picture. Well, yes, I do love my assistant. But Bad Assistant is not out of the picture. She accepted a job that most would consider a demotion, and I have to interact with her on a daily basis. And the other women who are in Bad Assistant’s fan club are regular fixtures in my professional life.
My problem is that I’m back in high school. Girls are trash talking me behind my back, and I have to play nice with them. I’m a non-confrontational kind of gal, but I’m also a firm hater of insincerity. And I’m having a very difficult time looking these women in the eye on a daily basis and pretending that I don’t know what they’ve been saying about me.