Ding ding ding; we have a winner.
And, the only African Americans that a roomful of Korean 8 and 9 year old prodigies can name are: Michael Jordan and Tiger Woods. Very good guesses, though. And, Grant, your Scottie Pippen references always brighten my day.
Oh, and in other news I quit my job yesterday. We'll see how long I get to enjoy the relative comfort of working 15-20 more hours a week than my contract says and enjoying a place to live. A few people have offered me a place to crash for a few days, so that's actually not a huge concern. My contract says I should be teaching a minimum of 36 classes a week (24 teaching hours) with an absolute maximum of 45. Then they did some sneaky shit, like kindergarten classes are 50 minutes long and I don't get paid for supervising lunch everyday (so there's an extra 10 hours I didn't agree to right there). I have a kindergarten teaching assistant that I share with a few other teachers, but she doesn't do a whole lot. She plays with her cellphone much of the time. So, she's totally not my Scottie Pippen. Given the fact that she doesn't even understand the most basic things I say, Tony Kukoc might be more apt: yeah, thanks for the 2 rebounds a day, biatch.
I got my supervisor to agree to the fact that I'm working 56.5 classes a week - counting the 7 breaks I have all week between my MWF teaching schedule of 10 - 6:45, and my TTh schedule of 9:30-6:45. I'm pretty sure I spent 20 minutes punching in numbers on a calculator while sitting next to her on her desk Monday, thining of all the various combinations of numbers that I didn't agree to because they weren't in my contract.
Basically, the terms of my contract - and a conversation with my supervisor before I got here led me to believe that I'd be working roughly 40 hours a week with ample time to plan and thus take some pride in my work. In reality, I'm working over 50 hours a week - especially when you include all the work I'm expected to take home with me on a daily basis - with no breaks from 10-6:45 on Monday, Wednesday, Friday.
I'll need to say more about the conversation I had with the school owner in a physician's waiting, who was being a complete dicknose. I spent my two breaks yesterday hooked up to an IV drip and having an awkward discussion with the Korean bossman. He did back off a bit, however, when he saw my bloodpressure. Something kinda scary over something kinda scary. I've never been a hypertension kinda guy, so I'm now looking for a university job - a job that I'm qualified here for - that runs about 15-20 hours a week of teaching with 8-12 weeks of vacation a year.
Oh, and in other news I quit my job yesterday. We'll see how long I get to enjoy the relative comfort of working 15-20 more hours a week than my contract says and enjoying a place to live. A few people have offered me a place to crash for a few days, so that's actually not a huge concern. My contract says I should be teaching a minimum of 36 classes a week (24 teaching hours) with an absolute maximum of 45. Then they did some sneaky shit, like kindergarten classes are 50 minutes long and I don't get paid for supervising lunch everyday (so there's an extra 10 hours I didn't agree to right there). I have a kindergarten teaching assistant that I share with a few other teachers, but she doesn't do a whole lot. She plays with her cellphone much of the time. So, she's totally not my Scottie Pippen. Given the fact that she doesn't even understand the most basic things I say, Tony Kukoc might be more apt: yeah, thanks for the 2 rebounds a day, biatch.
I got my supervisor to agree to the fact that I'm working 56.5 classes a week - counting the 7 breaks I have all week between my MWF teaching schedule of 10 - 6:45, and my TTh schedule of 9:30-6:45. I'm pretty sure I spent 20 minutes punching in numbers on a calculator while sitting next to her on her desk Monday, thining of all the various combinations of numbers that I didn't agree to because they weren't in my contract.
Basically, the terms of my contract - and a conversation with my supervisor before I got here led me to believe that I'd be working roughly 40 hours a week with ample time to plan and thus take some pride in my work. In reality, I'm working over 50 hours a week - especially when you include all the work I'm expected to take home with me on a daily basis - with no breaks from 10-6:45 on Monday, Wednesday, Friday.
I'll need to say more about the conversation I had with the school owner in a physician's waiting, who was being a complete dicknose. I spent my two breaks yesterday hooked up to an IV drip and having an awkward discussion with the Korean bossman. He did back off a bit, however, when he saw my bloodpressure. Something kinda scary over something kinda scary. I've never been a hypertension kinda guy, so I'm now looking for a university job - a job that I'm qualified here for - that runs about 15-20 hours a week of teaching with 8-12 weeks of vacation a year.
posted by Mark Hernandef at 8:46 AM
5 Comments:
Is this a joke?
Are they hiring many English profs? I would be interested in that gig as a possible gig (just another possible gig to add to my possible-gig-pile. This indecision's bugging me (Esta indicision me molesta).
Let me know how it goes...McGraw-Hill is hiring a World Language's editor, you'd be a shoo-in at this moment (DOH!).
i hope this all works out for you, but you'll know that if it doesn't it's totally bad karma from eating dog (do you kiss your mother with that mouth?). i loved all your zadie smith stuff, and i finally managed to track down a copy of the white teeth bbc miniseries; so you'll have to come back to the bus just to watch it with me!! smith herself apparently makes a cameo - hot. can you put a picture of your royal baldness on the blog? you've got to look hilarious!
Wow. Big stuff. Why were you at the doctor's? Overwork? Hopefully you'll at least start feeling better soon, which should make the job-search process more pleasant.
C'mon, Toni Kukoc has career averages of 12 points/4 assists/4 rebounds a game. Not horrible.
Anyway, sounds like you need a bit of a de-stress day/week. Go to a park; feed whatever they have for birds in South Korea. Lay off the dog meat for a month or so. Take care of yourself.
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