One year ago today Susan fired me. I didn't send her balloons again but I am very, very grateful.
Today my department chair sent out the advising schedule. My name was not on it. My Hamilton paranoia kicked in: Maybe they don't want me advising students because they plan to terminate my contract at the end of the year. I sent an e-mail to my boss offering to help with advising. He responded with, "You are teaching 18 hours. With that load you don't need extra work." (My teaching load at Hamilton was never this easy... in addition to lots of other duties.)
I was at Hamilton for a little over five years. That was at least two years too many. I will always be thankful for getting kicked out of that suffocating environment. I wonder if the Hamilton effect is like PTSD; the paranoia and fear doesn't wash away quickly. Some former employees have discussed establishing a survivors group...
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