After my last post, I made a new weeks resolution. I set two, achievable writerly goals for this week and went to bed Sunday night pumped. And a co-worker was sick. The co-worker was sick again. And no, it's not that guy. Nothing in this post is about him. Anyway, another co-worker used a day of his vacation and that made us two teachers shy. Everybody taught seven or eight classes today. (I may have taught seven, I may have taught eight, but I don't really know since counting accurately was not among my skills.)
Today is also the day I signed my new contract and accepted a pay cut of about $300.00 a month. Unfortunately, I had a bit of mind rash when I read a clause that said if we teach at two schools we get an extra $100.00 a month regardless of proximity. As you might know, I teach at Yeongju English Center. What you probably don't know, is I also teach half a day at Yeongju Elementary school. The half a day isn't so bad, but with the pay cut, would balance that a little.
I was given a convoluted explanation of why Yeongju English Center is not part of the elementary school and then is part of the elementary school.
"Why doesn't the elementary schools native speaker teach classes at that Center?" I asked.
There will be social fallout for this later, but I don't care right now. He spends an hour in our office everyday during school and all day during breaks when he has no classes and he makes jokes about how he doesn't have anything to do but watch TV. The first time was ha, ha but the twentieth time, not so much.
Anyway, this is how it became clear that my efforts to not be bothered by the "ha, ha, I ain't got shit to do" jokes of Sir Keepingthedeskwarm were a failure.
This lead to a moment with my two-selves. The self that is filled up with this work and likes job security was like, "Effing sign it beyatch!" My other brain was like, "Noooooooooooooooo!" and "Run while you still can!" (Look, for every moment of joy I have where I work, there is also the emotional equivalent of antimatter, that's all.) My pen hovered and hovered and hovered. Eventually the head guy went away. He returned ten minutes later.
"Why are you on the floor?"
"I'm signing my contract."
M.R. Jordan is a writer, editor, sporadic blogger, and lover of beer. Lives in South Korea with her two cats, Bear and Geumbi.
Bear (Gom in Korean) then (above) now (below)
Geumbi (Gold in English)... then (above) and now (below).