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The boss showed me the shop floor, complete with loose floor tiles, out-of-date equipment and prospective colleagues eyeing me like a raw steak. "Christ, what a craphole", I said. I think that's the moment I blew it. Tell us how you didn't get the job.

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(, Thu 21 Nov 2013, 13:06)
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Changing schools...
For a while, my first teaching job was great, until they employed an new assistant head, who will now be known as "Ms Turnbull", for in personality and looks resembled the character from Matilda.

She turned a lovely school into a place full of backstabbing and anger, and turnover increased from 5 staff a year to 37 in her first full year.

I hated her with a passion, as did 99% of the other staff. As did the students. When the 6th form had her face on their common room dart board, they were never told to take it down bay any other member of staff.

So I applied for another job, and found a school a few miles further away but with a brilliant reputation, an inspiring department for me to work in, no insistence on ties for teachers (my pet hate).

As it was a 2nd in department role, I had 2 days of interviews and the first one was fantastic. 10 people down to 4. Interview with the out-going head, department, students went better than expected.

That night I get a text from a mate at my school, saying was I coming out tonight? turned down the offer, read up on pedagogy, the schools ethos etc.

Walked into 9am interview and the out going head announces that the new head has been able to take a day off and oversee the rest of the interview. 2 minutes later Ms Turnbull walks in and sits down behind the desk.

My first words of "You can fuck off", were involuntary, but the meaning was there. For the first time ever, my brain engaged when needed and my next line of "well, I'd rather swim through liquid shit that work for you" may have cost me the job...

I walked out and left. Turns out she had announced she was leaving the in the previous morning meeting and every member of staff in the school had gone out to celebrate. I remained at my school, and all is now well.
(, Fri 22 Nov 2013, 17:20, 7 replies)
You are an English teacher, I'm guessing of course but you seem like an English teacher.

(, Fri 22 Nov 2013, 17:46, closed)
An English teacher would probably know
that the head teacher in Matilda is Miss Trunchbull.
(, Fri 22 Nov 2013, 23:30, closed)
Or to correct the many errors in the narration. Not that I am a grammar Nazi but there are FUCKING limits.

(, Sat 23 Nov 2013, 11:17, closed)
You'd be able to see that I'd already posted that if you weren't an upset 2.0'ing spastic.

(, Sat 23 Nov 2013, 16:52, closed)
I did notice the time difference, the cunt. I was more interested in my kewl observation on the awful grammar.

(, Sat 23 Nov 2013, 23:01, closed)
I find this pleasing.
I can imagine it's a great feeling to turn down a job in such a manner.
(, Fri 22 Nov 2013, 18:15, closed)
It's Trunchbull, not Turnbull, you thick cunt.

(, Fri 22 Nov 2013, 18:16, closed)

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