just more of my bitching.

Y'all I'm telling you. I'm trying not to complain, but....sorry.

So I've just spent seven hours in the blazing heat, no air conditioner, no food, unloading 300 some odd chairs, 30 wardrobes and several hundred pounds of books.
That's barely made a dent.
I don't even know how I'm typing this. I'll warn you all now, I'm not proofreading, so let the keystrokes fall where they may.

I and about 10 of my coworkers have been out doing manual labor in the heat for 21 hours the past week.

The Spanish teacher, who's been talking to the workers, tells us that they've told her that they have decided to "strike," because they haven't been paid.

They certainly don't seem to be doing much...not that there are many of them in the first place

Of course the school had to postpone classes until this coming Monday, which bought them a week from the original start date. We should have begun nearly a month ago, actually, if things were the way they should be.

We've done the student orientation already..but now, even Monday seems impossible.

As of now, there are no bathrooms, not even a frame of them...of course there's no cafeteria (until presumably January), there is no electricity or running water and not even one class room is actually completely finished. Not one....let alone the 20 or so that need to be completed.

It's been one long fiasco of bad management, but that's pretty par for the course.
I'm trying to stay positive...at least in public.....but it's getting hard.
I'm eager to get into class, but this is ridiculous.
I'm so dead tired right now, I can't tell you....my back is killing me...and mostly I'm just frustrated.

argh