Counting Sheep During the Day
My strangely alluring friend (he doesn't know we're friends) who's also on blogspot just announced that he's on the tdsb eligible to hire list. I'm happy for him. I wonder how he mustered up all that patience for waiting. My interview was about two weeks after his and all this waiting is making me lose it. I'm pissed on so many levels, mostly because I can't stomach the way the board has trivialized our career in this way. How can they gauge our capability as teachers in just one interview -- an interview that determines whether you will be allowed to work in Toronto schools or not for the entire year? Is this not bullshit? How come the other career fields don't have this kind of bureaucratic procedure?
I feel like I've been thrown in jail and waiting to hear what I did wrong. In the mean time, I look out the barred window watching other people go to their perfect jobs.
I wish I was more cool about this than I am at the moment. I don't handle these kinds of things very well. If it doesn't work out, I think I'm going to seriously consider working for the Durham and Peel boards. I'll also give it a shot with the York board. What do I have to lose at this point, really? Not dignity nor sanity nor hope because they're shot to hell.
This morning I had a hell of a time getting out of bed. I've been so bloody exhausted lately. I don't know how long I can continue working for next to nothing at this teaching center. It's a nice place with nice people but nice can't pay off my osap, it won't pay for my bills and it won't pay for my independence, I can tell you that.
Things were supposed to get easier after highschool. That's what I used to say as I flipped through teen magazines, skipped along town with friends and fashionable clothes. How wrong I was.
GW
I feel like I've been thrown in jail and waiting to hear what I did wrong. In the mean time, I look out the barred window watching other people go to their perfect jobs.
I wish I was more cool about this than I am at the moment. I don't handle these kinds of things very well. If it doesn't work out, I think I'm going to seriously consider working for the Durham and Peel boards. I'll also give it a shot with the York board. What do I have to lose at this point, really? Not dignity nor sanity nor hope because they're shot to hell.
This morning I had a hell of a time getting out of bed. I've been so bloody exhausted lately. I don't know how long I can continue working for next to nothing at this teaching center. It's a nice place with nice people but nice can't pay off my osap, it won't pay for my bills and it won't pay for my independence, I can tell you that.
Things were supposed to get easier after highschool. That's what I used to say as I flipped through teen magazines, skipped along town with friends and fashionable clothes. How wrong I was.
GW
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