Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Moneymaker

When I was in elementary school, I was pretty mischievous. Whenever someone told me not to do something, that was a direct invitation for me to do it. I was smart and I was sassy and I got in trouble, a lot.

But I loved my school, and my teachers even more, and hated getting in trouble.

The way that we kids got in trouble at Golda Meir elementary was to be called back into the coatroom, and we'd get a whispered or shouted scolding, most of which could nevertheless be heard by the other kids just in the other room.

The confusing thing was that sometimes, you would be called into the coat room to receive a compliment too. I remember once, my amazing yet intimidating teacher called me into the office and I was so convinced that I was in trouble that upon standing up from my desk, I already had tears in my eyes. In the coat room, Mr. Horowitz, no doubt trying to be funny, said "Sara, I have some terrible news for you." And my heart sank; I was convinced something awful was about to happen. "You are good at math." That's what he said. He was trying to convince me to enjoy that subject which I still, to this day, despise. I was so shocked that he had to let me stay in the coat room for a few moments to compose myself before going back to the classroom.

This morning, I received an email from my boss saying simply, "Sara, can I see you in my office for a moment?" My heart started pounding, I remembered Mr. Horowitz's math revelation, and wondered if I was going to get in trouble for calling in sick to work yesterday.

But what my boss had to say was, "would you accept our offer for the position of co-program coordinator?" Which doesn't sound ALL that snifty, but is indeed a promotion from lowly administrative assistant. And raise included.

Sweet lord.

Me? Promoted? Who knew. I'd nearly given up on myelf.

1 comment:

sarandi said...

Congratulations!!! How exciting! You should call your boss "Horowitz Jr."