Today, I had yet another 11 hour work day. I had to stay late for a meeting in which I learned about the countless new tasks that I will be saddled with soon.
I won't bore you with the details, but suffice to say, there is zero compensation for any of them. Nada.
Also given was a list of the days coming up in which I will be required to work 12 or sometimes 13 hours a day. I believe in the next month, there will be 5 such days.
I won't bore you with the details there either.
This meeting, this little slice of hell, came after a regular day of
being (literally) on my feet from 7:10 until 3:30 during which I am fielding questions/disciplining hormonal adolescents/working my ass off non stop. I teach 125 students in 6 classes a day. I have one hour in which to begin grading the several feet of paperwork I have to do.
(currently 2 feet).
Amazingly enough, I'd have to say that this year is better than last year (you know, when we went without toilets, cafeteria, furniture, AC, etc.)
But last year nearly killed me.
Anyway, I'm just tired of coming home and having to go straight to bed from exhaustion. That's all.
(Ok, now I feel a bit better)
7 comments:
That's a horrible story. So sorry to hear of the loss of your social life.
Thank you. The service will be at 7am. In lieu of flowers please send a donation to Miss Hathaway's Home for Indigent Spinsters.
Sorry, there's no money to actualy compensate our teachers for what they're worth, we have to spend 700 billion on Wall street. You know the heart of America. The future of our glorious country. We can only put money where it matters most, and if our teachers suffer then our students won't learn, which will keep them stupid enough to vote republican.
Go on now, I know you're just dieing to diagram that last run on sentence...
Thanks, jim. It's not even about the money. Honest. (And never fear. I *hate* diagramming sentences. That used to be one of the less creative forms of punishment when I was elementary school.)
Sorry to hear about the work load. It sounds hellish!
If it's any compensation you've made me feel a HELL of a lot better regarting dealing with my co-workers hormonal issues.....
Aaah! Perspective!
Sorry to hear about the work troubles. Do what I do: play the lottery religiously, and fantasize about the "Fuck you!" phone call you can make to your superiors after you win.
Lame. But that's what blogs are for, griping about injustices! And on a selfish note, hopefully this will lead to even more "overheard at school" segments.
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