AAAAAGGGGHHHHH. 
My job totally fucked me again. At the start of this term I asked for as many teaching hours as possible since it's my last term and I want to build up some cashpile before I head down under. They promised me a four-week intensive course to make up for the lack of hours through the whole term. Everything was scheduled and then yesterday I find out they canceled the class for lack of numbers and merged my kids in with someone else's class. My question is, why couldn't they merge his kids into mine since they owed me the hours anyway? And since I've been there longer than almost everyone else you think could do right by me a bit and give the new teachers the winter intensives.
Instead I'm down $1200. And this after my boss started a rumor that I had the swine flu and then came in accusing me of telling the kids I was sick and had to go to the hospital. I had students who were too scared to come to my class, parents calling in saying they were going to move schools, etc. The best part is, she told the kids I was sick when I wasn't there for a Saturday class. I wasn't there because I was flying home to surprise my sister for her high school graduation. My vacation had been on the calendar for nine months. She just "forgot" that I was going home so she made up a story about me being sick. The next day the school closed for nine days for swine flu quarantine. So every other teacher in the company got a paid week off. But because I had already planned my vacation for that week, it counts as my normal vaca and I get fucked.
While I'm gone, my boss sends me an email accusing me of negligence, irresponsibility, etc. for not scheduling a substitute for the Saturday I missed, the same Saturday she claims I was sick that triggered all those kids wanting out of my class. Then she attacks me as a person, saying she thought I had a passion for teaching and she's disappointed in me. Riddle me this: If she found a sub for all my classes but that Saturday, why does that one fall to me? The funny part is, I did find a sub and my boss told her not to worry about it, it was already taken care of. So it sounds to me like she fucked up and threw me under the bus to cover her own ass.
When I got back, with a grocery list of stuff for my boss no less, even after all the shit she was saying through email, I got my bag searched four times at the airport and everything I had purchased confiscated by customs. I don't feel right asking my boss to pay me for stuff she never got, so I'm out that extra hundred.
And then came Fairy of the Ocean, but that's a story for another day.
Long and short, I can't wait to be out of here. Really coulda used that extra cash. That's another two months in Australia work free. Oh well, I'll just have to make it up another way. I'm a scrounger. I'll find something. I always do.
My job totally fucked me again. At the start of this term I asked for as many teaching hours as possible since it's my last term and I want to build up some cashpile before I head down under. They promised me a four-week intensive course to make up for the lack of hours through the whole term. Everything was scheduled and then yesterday I find out they canceled the class for lack of numbers and merged my kids in with someone else's class. My question is, why couldn't they merge his kids into mine since they owed me the hours anyway? And since I've been there longer than almost everyone else you think could do right by me a bit and give the new teachers the winter intensives.
Instead I'm down $1200. And this after my boss started a rumor that I had the swine flu and then came in accusing me of telling the kids I was sick and had to go to the hospital. I had students who were too scared to come to my class, parents calling in saying they were going to move schools, etc. The best part is, she told the kids I was sick when I wasn't there for a Saturday class. I wasn't there because I was flying home to surprise my sister for her high school graduation. My vacation had been on the calendar for nine months. She just "forgot" that I was going home so she made up a story about me being sick. The next day the school closed for nine days for swine flu quarantine. So every other teacher in the company got a paid week off. But because I had already planned my vacation for that week, it counts as my normal vaca and I get fucked.
While I'm gone, my boss sends me an email accusing me of negligence, irresponsibility, etc. for not scheduling a substitute for the Saturday I missed, the same Saturday she claims I was sick that triggered all those kids wanting out of my class. Then she attacks me as a person, saying she thought I had a passion for teaching and she's disappointed in me. Riddle me this: If she found a sub for all my classes but that Saturday, why does that one fall to me? The funny part is, I did find a sub and my boss told her not to worry about it, it was already taken care of. So it sounds to me like she fucked up and threw me under the bus to cover her own ass.
When I got back, with a grocery list of stuff for my boss no less, even after all the shit she was saying through email, I got my bag searched four times at the airport and everything I had purchased confiscated by customs. I don't feel right asking my boss to pay me for stuff she never got, so I'm out that extra hundred.
And then came Fairy of the Ocean, but that's a story for another day.
Long and short, I can't wait to be out of here. Really coulda used that extra cash. That's another two months in Australia work free. Oh well, I'll just have to make it up another way. I'm a scrounger. I'll find something. I always do.
Well, there's plenty of waste in society. Capitalise on it