Time for a New Job
I need a new career. I was in LA all last week, and Tuesday when I had to get up and go to work again, I actually started crying, simply because I didn’t want to go to work. It isn’t the act of teaching that upsets me, but all of the other political b-s that comes along with it. If I could just teach and be left alone, I’d be fine. My other problem, which is probably my biggest problem is that I don’t get paid enough to live alone.
That is the only issue I’ve had since getting separated. I don’t miss ExH (ex-husband). I’m just angry that I can’t afford to live on my own. I don’t live extravagantly. I do have quite a bit of debt that ExH helped me to create, but I’m not making huge payments to anyone monthly. If I had any other job, then I’d totally be able to support myself but because I’m a “lowly” teacher I can’t. I have to have a second job.
Don’t get me wrong, I like my second job. Teaching evening school is even more enjoyable than day school most days. The problem is that its still teaching which means lesson plans, grading and sub plans when I’m going to be absent. I shouldn’t need to have a part-time job in order to survive. I am a grown woman, with a Master’s degree who needs a roommate in order to pay the bills.
This is ridiculous and I refuse to do it next year. I love teaching and I love the kids, but it’ll just have to wait until I’m out of debt. Then I’ll go back to it.
February 23, 2008 at 1:51 am
Oh, I want a new job too, so I feel your pain. I know you will be great at whatever you do so no worries! BTW I love the ticker.
April 13, 2008 at 9:40 pm
C, I feel you on the not feeling the teaching thing for all the admin bs you have to deal with. I left teaching for that exact reason. You know that whatever you choose, just have fun doin it! Live out loud! You’ll be glad. I’ve enjoyed reading your blogs. I guess, it’s sort of a way of catching up with you. I wish that I had the initiative to start and continue something like this, and who knows, maybe i’ll start. Any way stay up and we’ll be n touch. Peace, Trice