Scratch everything I've said
Aug. 27th, 2004 02:47 pmSome phone calls today had me first out of a job, then flung into one I don't want. How did that happen? Simple: Mr. M, the person that has to give his blessing whenever I or one of my colleagues starts teaching somewhere, considers himself more of a task manager, looking for the right task for the right employee. Unfortunately this means you usually end up with the tasks you don't want in places you'd rather run away from. Instead of competing with other teachers to get a place in the school of my own choice, we are given teaching hours, following some strange logic that is totally comprehensable if you're Mr. M. Instead of half an hour I'll have to commute almost an hour now. Instead of the complete school year I only get to work for six months. Instead of a new place, I end up in a school where I taught over a year ago and don't want to go back to.
Aah, honey, I'm so sorry!
Date: 2004-08-27 06:47 am (UTC)*hugs*
I've been crying myself silly...
Date: 2004-08-27 06:54 am (UTC)If only I had never taught at said school, I wouldn't mind so much, but now I'll be confronted with the same students that gave me hell for three months once. *sigh*
That's horrible!
Date: 2004-08-27 09:18 am (UTC)*hugs you*
Thanks honey...
Date: 2004-08-27 11:58 pm (UTC)