I live in a small town. I work for a school district. I’m used to seeing my employer’s name on the front page of the newspaper. I hear school talk where ever I go: the store, the gas station, daycare, playgrounds, restaurants, farmer’s markets, street corners, public restrooms, the projects.
I’m not the Superintendent. I’m not on the school board. I don’t make standard-changing decisions. I’m a paper pusher. I make 1.6 x minimum wage. According to State of Colorado cost of living statistics, I need to make $16.00/hr to be self-sustainable as a single mom with a child in daycare. Yeah, I’m not making that.
It doesn’t matter. I’m the Devil’s right hand. And when things like this happen, I just want to run away.
I don’t know how much more I can take.