bitching 2: electric boogaloo

My job continues to become more surreal. I didn't think it could get worse than last year, but of course, it has.
My coworkers and I spent the past few days in the dusty, gutted old building, looking across the mud as the migrant construction crews frantically worked on the interim school.
We were there to sort through books and other things today, but of course the movers were late. I'm supposed to go out there and see what can be done tomorrow.

I was warned by one of my coworkers that she had seen toxic mold, that we needed "to be careful." She's quite the expert on mold it seems. I spent my foodless lunch time listening to her tell me all about mold. The old buildings were never cleaned of mold because they're going to be torn down. They've been open to the elements for two years, and the mold is still there. Surely enough, I ended up feeling awful after 5 hours working in there. She tells me she's bringing some surgical masks for us tomorrow.
You'd think I'd have built up an immunity or something after clearing out those mold contaminated houses two years ago.

Our interim campus is composed (or I should say, "will be composed") of about 20 buildings linked by a huge deck.

As of now, today, however, five hours ago....only 5 of these small buildings are finished. About 8 have walls, and the rest are in varying states of construction, none with floors or roofs yet.
Every day it's rained, and that sets things back even further.
There will be no cafeteria until who knows when. I'm not sure how that will work. Students have to bring in their own food, but it'll have to be cold. There won't be a way to heat food. There won't even be water fountains.
Even the tent that has been ordered until the cafeteria can be constructed will not arrive until October, nor will there be furniture.

There are 600 students arriving on Tuesday and there are 5 small rooms.
How will this work?

None of these rooms by the way, were even accessible to us today. We weren't allowed to even view one. Too dangerous.

The decking still must be constructed...as well as stairs. The water and sewerage is not quite yet functioning and the electricity is only partially set up. They've still not put in the ACs for all 5 finished buildings yet, let alone set them up.
So, come next week, we will be teaching who knows how....perhaps in the dirt (which is littered with debris....broken glass, thousands of nails) in this blazing heat. The furniture is on its way from Canada still.

How I'm going to manage teaching with nothing but my voice and a floor I don't know.
I went to the store today to buy some looseleaf and pens for the students, so that I can occupy them somehow.

But we are not allowed any hint of frustration. None.
It's completely verboten.
No one can complain, or we're considered virtual heathens (and even, I think, subtly threatened with being fired). That's how it is. So no one complains. We put on our happy faces...and worry.

In other news, my father's results came back, and it was bad, but not nearly as bad as it could be. It's in the early stages, and that's good. There's a very good success rate of treatment. They say that they can treat it (prostate cancer) hopefully with some form of radioactive pellets.

And my nose is still bleeding spontaneously..WTF?
It's like I'm five years old again.

But hey, at least it's not radioactive pellets inserted into my urethra, right?