When they want you but they don’t want you. What a strange place to be. It’s worse than a rock and hard place because you can’t move the rock and you can’t maneuver out of the hard place because someone else is caving it in on you.
It has been made clear to me that I do not belong where I am and I am tolerated at best. But I am very, very good at what I do. I am told this continually by colleagues and by leaders, by students and by parents, by peers and cohorts. I know that I know what I am doing and that I do it well.
That creates both the hard place and the rock. I am too good to be allowed to go because I am good enough to leave. So I am stuck – here in no man’s land. This is not the way I intended to start my summer, or spend my summer.