Who's back at work today? IT'S ME New desk, office from 2 semesters ago, new office-mate though printing stuff stapling stuff putting shit in a big-ass binder THE USUSAL
I stayed up so late last night (uh oh, it's morning time again!)
Nicole G.'s reading was so awesome!! Then there was an after party at a bar near Powell's and I*n and I went and chatted and laughed until AFTER TEN O'CLOCK!!!
I WAS UP UNTIL JUST AFTER ELEVEN!!!
Now I'm back to the ol' grindstone, imploring my students to keep their voices down and checking uhx instead of backing up the Spanish teacher's lesson on los colores.
My job was super stressful today. One of those days where people get super angry at me just because whatever new feature they want isn't what we're working on. They always say "You're not listening to your customers!" by which they mean we are not giving THEM the thing that they want RIGHT NOW. And then they try to say that because a hundred people have asked for something, we're a bad company for not doing it, even though that is a hundred people out of LITERALLY MILLIONS OF PEOPLE.
MZ, my job maybe resembled yours a little bit today. Except instead of talking to regular ol' customers, I talk to old, low-SES, severely depressed people and try to help them log in to our depression website!
yeah, I'm for sure a vibe guide. So many different ways to guide vibes in this old world. We who like our jobs are lucky Medicare is brutal Me-first customer narcissism is brutal Students who refuse to spell-check is brutal
It's funny how dealing with a super-rude depressed/diabetic/smoker persons does not seem nearly as frustrating to me as a student who refuses to spell-check. How can you not spell check!? I would have difficulty feeling and expressing empathy in that situation.
There is one dad in my class who I KNOW is signed up for the school enewsletter AND gets post notifications from my class blog who STILL IN JANUARY doesn't know when we have early release days because "I swear, no one told me! I swear ma'am I did not know!" Also asking me so many times for the "website address for the blog" even though it's printed on my business card (which I've given him many times) and is included on the homework menu I send out each Monday, AND of course in his inbox because of the aforementioned post notifications.
Also when he doesn't call me ma'am he calls me honey or sometimes gorgeous. The school secretaries get the same treatment. NOT APPROPRIATE!
The worst part of teaching. Weird dads. (And weird moms.)
It's not top secret, really. I might be applying for the role of Admissions Director at my same campus (LHV). It would be a less stress job with salary (is this good? Sometimes...) and also a BONUS when our building is full, etc.
The woman is retiring in May. I think I have first dibs if I decide I want it. I have a meeting over lunch Monday to discuss further.
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Nicole G.'s reading was so awesome!! Then there was an after party at a bar near Powell's and I*n and I went and chatted and laughed until AFTER TEN O'CLOCK!!!
I WAS UP UNTIL JUST AFTER ELEVEN!!!
Now I'm back to the ol' grindstone, imploring my students to keep their voices down and checking uhx instead of backing up the Spanish teacher's lesson on los colores.
So...
We're all vibe guides, you guys.
We who like our jobs are lucky
Medicare is brutal
Me-first customer narcissism is brutal
Students who refuse to spell-check is brutal
It's funny how dealing with a super-rude depressed/diabetic/smoker persons does not seem nearly as frustrating to me as a student who refuses to spell-check. How can you not spell check!? I would have difficulty feeling and expressing empathy in that situation.
Also, I might be getting a NEW job in May. OMG.
Also when he doesn't call me ma'am he calls me honey or sometimes gorgeous. The school secretaries get the same treatment. NOT APPROPRIATE!
The worst part of teaching. Weird dads. (And weird moms.)
The woman is retiring in May. I think I have first dibs if I decide I want it. I have a meeting over lunch Monday to discuss further.
In the meantime... where's HH?