Friday, the 1st, I had decided to quit my job. No two weeks notice; just walk away and not look back. I was confused and unhappy and angry with my coworkers. After talking with my supervisor, I did go back monday. But I don't trust anybody I work with any more. And I am looking for another job.

Last week of January, I had the feeling that something wasn't right. I put it down to me being in the infant room and tried to not think about it. That friday when I picked up the new schedule, I checked to see if I had extra hours. What I did have was a whole new class room. No one had come to me and said any thing about it. Now I figured out why every one had been avoiding me and hadn't been able to look me in the eyes. I had gotten comfortable thinking I had some stability in my future; and they snatch the rug from under my feet and I am stumbling again.

I went to the office and talked with the director. Of course my words come rolling out in a jumbled mess. Then come the tears; I always do that when I am upset. I become a blubbering idiot. I told her that no one has talked to me about changing rooms. I get handed the new schedule and that is the first clue. I felt the need to remind her that I have never worked with the two year old class. I have never even substituted in the class. I told her I did not think I could handle twelve two year olds. And plus I had been there longer than some of the other workers, I thought I had a choice because of seniority. She asked me to follow the schedule temporarily until something else could be worked out. I told her I didn't think I could do it. I really did not want to do it because I felt violated. That might be too strong a word but it is how I felt.

As I said earlier, I did go back to work and I surprised myself; I was a pretty good two year old teacher. I did go to bed every day at seven p.m. all last week totally exhausted but I enjoyed the class. The director has put me back in my 3 & 4 year old class. I believe I will always worry that I could lose it.