Hiring Season and "The Voice"

As much as I wallow in self-pity about not having time to be and do everything I want (not on this blog yet, but in my own mind for sure) I seem to make time for mindless competitive television shows.  Priorities, indeed.  Moderately ashamed to admit it but I was watching "The Voice" last night and imagining if our hiring process could be structured like this show? 

Ooooooh, I can see it!  My administrative teammates and I would sit with our backs to the candidate as she or he teaches a lesson with students.  At any moment, one of us could push the button to select the individual for our team.  Our chair would spin around and we'd see, for the first time, the person with amazing skills that would join our staff.  The audience would clap their hands with enthusiasm as the candidate's parents would jump up and down and cry as they watched their son or daughter fulfill their childhood dream and think about how this probably means they won't be moving back in after college. 

My team and I were feeling very lucky to find such talented people to join our staff for the upcoming year and my hiring season is officially over. Maybe next year we can incorporate a singing competition portion of the process for our own entertainment.  I'll have to think about that later.  It's Wednesday and tonight's episode of American Idol is awaiting me on my DVR.

First things first

I suppose an explanation of the title is a necessary first step.  I have a four-year-old daughter who has a bit of an infatuation with all things stereotypically girly:  dolls, pink, glitter, dancing...just to name a few that come to mind most readily.  The other night she asked me why I had to go to "so many meetings", wondering if the previous night's missed tuck-in at bedtime was due to yet another mystery meeting.  My response: "Because I'm the principal, honey."  I realized at that moment that I hadn't really used the word "principal" to describe myself before because with a look of enamoration not often seen on the face of my four-year-old diva, she replied, "You're the 'princess'pal?!"  Yes, indeed, my dear.  I am the princesspal. 

Her question is ironic because I like to think of myself as unprincesslike.  Yes, I have a mild addiction to jewelry and my closet has no shortage of impractical shoes.  But, the jewelry I mostly wear to receive compliments from fourth grade girls to boost my self-esteem and the high heels are to add an extra flair of height-induced intimidation in misbehaving kindergarteners.  No, I'm joking.  It's all related to a shopping addiction should truth be told.  Regardless, I am the princesspal.  My daughter said so, so it is.  And this is my blog.  We'll see what comes of it.