The Wrong Girl

One thing that blogging every day for two weeks taught me was how much a respect those daily bloggers. I do not know how you do it. However, it was a good exercise that challenged me.

Now, on to current events in my little world.

I got a promotion offer this morning. At around 7:30 am I was sitting in my office, minding my own business when I got a call from upstairs (literally–my dean’s office is almost directly above me). The conversation was short and sweet: I was offered a supervisory administrative position complete with pay raise. Are you in or are you out?

I will begin by saying that I was flattered. This wasn’t a position I applied for or had ever expressed an interest in. (In fact, I know of several people who would love this job if they knew it was available.) So, not to sound like an Oscar loser (I’m still smarting over Glenn Close), but it is an honor to even be considered. For those who work in education, you know how hard it is to advance or get any sort of pay increase that doesn’t involve doing time, taking more classes, or entering into administration . . .

Which brings us to the bold faced BUT in this scenario . . .

Of all the people who could be considered for this position, I am the last person that I would think of. I have made no secret my disdain for bureaucracy, particularly in education; I want to lead discussions on John Cheever and Sophocles, not fill out forms.. I abhor spreadsheets and memos. My people skills are less than stellar (as my husband says, I like dogs, not so much people)–I’ve even been talked to about those issues in the past when dealing with administration and students. I irritate people in meetings by pinning them down with very specific questions (Columbo-style, of course) and I have, to quote Dina Manzo, “A limited attention span for nonsense.”

Just last week someone asked me why I wasn’t applying for another administrative position on campus. My reply? “Because I didn’t come here to be a henchman of bureaucracy; I came here to teach the study of literature.”

Needless to say, I hung up the phone puzzled. Was everyone else quitting and I was the only one left? Had everyone else turned it down? Is this like “The Lottery” and as the chosen one I will be stoned by annoyed instructors and disgruntled supervisors?

I consider all of those to be possibilities.

The only other possibility I can think of is that I am so wrong for the job, I might just get it right.

Now that would indeed be irony.


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  1. Congratulations on being offered the position whether you take it or not. Sometimes different is refreshing. Your higher ups may be counting on your being right in being so wrong. I think it’s worth further discussion at least. Go you, impressing them without trying or meaning to. Sly minx. 🙂

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