3rd
Coming here on a daily basis makes me want to gouge my eyes out with escargot forks.
“Just be happy you HAVE a job.”
I hear that shit one more time I’m gouging their eyes out with mine.
Look. I appreciate having a steady income and medical insurance. I do. I fully freakin’ realize that portions of the world most people have neither. HOWEVER….
I’m literally a salve for this place for the foreseeable future. I can’t leave. Trust me mightily when I say I want to, and am trying to…I just CAN’T.
Once you have a family If you’re any kind of respectable person you have to provide for them. Walking home and saying, “well my job pissed me off for the last damn time. I quit today.”
If I were single, that’s EXACTLY what I would do. If I were single I’d make more, because I wouldn’t be paying a grand each month so we can have medicine. That would mean I wouldn’t need to work more on weekends so I could have more free time to relax and enjoy. I can’t, nor do I want to get rid of my family…so that means I get to endure. I have to provide for them no matter how much I get dumped on here.
I’ve said this a lot, NOBODY goes into a career they want to hate. I never went into education thinking, “Man with any luck this will suck so bad I’ll hate my job and my life in 15 years.” I went into a career I WANTED to enjoy and that would provide me a decent retirement. I planned on teaching high school for 30-35 years.
When the alarm goes off each morning my first thought is….”OH *$%$… This is happening.”
I listen to the radio hoping some kind of natural disaster has befallen my building. We’re in forest fire country….DAMN IT LIGHTNING DO YOUR JOB! I usually just get the occasional news blurb that one of our ex-students is now in jail for doing something retarded, which we already knew was going to happen.
I kind of envy those dumb bastards. Jail is kind of like reject retirement. They don’t’ have to work, they get fed, a place to sleep, some exercise…and maybe some not so sweet lovin.’ Granted it’s not ideal sleep, food, or lovin’….but they don’t have to go to work. They kind of won.
I spend the rest of the drive forcing my hands to make the correct turns to get to work. I have to FIGHT my urge to keep driving by the exit. When I’m at work I get to deal with a 20% group of kids who ARE decent, but I can’t really deal with them because I don’t have any budget for adequate materials, and I have the other 80% of the kids waiting on their early retirement plan to kick in by making my life worse.
It takes me at least 3 hours to unwind after work and be relaxed…but those hours can’t start until at least 10pm and all the family obligations take place. When I can finally start to decompress it’s late, and I don’t want to go to sleep…because that mean the next thing I hear is the alarm jolting me back here again.
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