Things started out a bit wobbly, and I ended up being
the only employee for almost a month. As we got children enrolled, we started
hiring staff, one at a time. We now have a teacher, two assistants and a
secretary, all whose jobs were being done by me a couple of months ago.
As I see our growth and understand the growing pains
that comes with it, I kept thinking this was the time to be selfless and go
above and beyond. Come to think of it, that’s how I’ve always been.
Until I realized my selfless-ness on the job meant
selfishness at home, in my marriage and with my family. I seldom had time for
them, and when I did, chances was I was too tired or unfocused. I cannot tell
you how many dinners I had with my husband in which the topic of conversation
was my job.
So I breathed in, found some courage, and asked for
help. I figured my boss would say there was no way she could help me, I knew
what I had gotten into, and secretly think I am useless, and how long does she
still need to put up with me.
Boy, was I wrong. She was nothing but helpful. She helped figure out a way to have a whole half of my
working day in the office, to get stuff done. We talked about staffing needs
and she got the ball rolling on that. And I saw that my need to prove myself as
a ‘do-it-all’ was unfounded.
I only wish I had figured it out sooner. I had the
perception that working in a school was like that, and that is why teachers
have more vacation than anyone, to recover. Now I realize I made myself work to
the ground so many times because I was too afraid to ask help from my
assistant, or too proud to tell my boss I was drowning.
