Now you are probably wondering why this is good news/bad news.
It is good news because, well, I was nominated. I have to fill out some paperwork and, assuming I make it through the process, I will be invited (all expenses paid) to a big gala, with people throughout the USA at a luxury hotel for three days. I suppose that is an honor.
Bad news.
OK - these events are deadly - three days in a hotel with about 3 minutes of free time, mostly going to “inspirational” teachers’ meetings and wearing a suit, sitting next to people having dinner and making chit chat and basically being bored out of my mind. A wise teacher once told me, “The three most useless things on earth are rain over the ocean, moonlight by day and teachers’ meetings.” How true.
In past years, these meeting were held in the Bahamas, Puerto Rico and other exotic locations. Not this time. Nope. This year it is in Los Angeles - downtown no less. Hey, I lived in LA for over 10 years and only went to downtown twice - let’s just say it is not the greatest part of LA to spend three days. Downtown LA after dark is about as much fun as roaming a parking lot in Detroit after midnight.
The problem is, if I don’t fill out the paperwork and go to this conference, I will not be considered a team-player. So, although I suppose I should be honored to be nominated, I have never wanted to be passed-over for an award as much as I want to be passed over this time. Hell, it it were at least in Beverly Hills, or Santa Monica, or Santa Barbara - but downtown LA? Big whoop. And, as mentioned, the three days are really nothing more than the usual bullcrap edu-speak of useless blah blah.
I know I am doomed to filling out the paperwork, and most likely will be one of the 100 or so invited to attend. Bet ya $1000 next year, when I am not nominated, the event will be held in Hawaii or Cabo or someplace fun. No - I will schlep over to LA, check into some bland high-end hotel in an area that looks like Kabul at night and eat rubber chicken for dinner and make nice with a perky teacher from Nashville who wants to meet Brad Pitt and thinks he will walk by the hotel tomorrow morning…sigh.
Lucky me.