[Miscellany]
Monday, July 15, 2013
Not My Place
I was going to do a music post that was me pressing shuffle and posting the first 5 songs that came up for laugh, but then I realised that it really wasn't going to work (for me). There's only so many times that The Pina Colada song can come up before you are shamed to paralysis. Okay I just admitted it, shame on me.
Anyway, the first song that came up was:
It's Not My Place (In The 9 to 5 World) - The Ramones
...which was a funny coincidence because I had *just* been thinking about how I'm one of those people that aren't built for the 9 to 5 workplace. One could argue that teaching with all the holidays one gets and the fact that the kids leave at 3.30pm that it really isn't a 9 to 5 work place but if you are suggesting that it's somehow easier than working a regular office work shift then I'd invite you to come say that to my face. We'd have... "words". It's worse. Way worse.
Anyway, I like it when the ipod randomly acts like a personal psychic and quite frankly I find it often does. In fact music often gives me exactly what I need when I need it, unfortunately more so than people ever have (or will?).
I was thinking though, that it really isn't my place to be in the rat race. I'm not motivated by working up the rungs of the ladder. I'm not excited by extra challenges in the work I do. I don't really want any extra money. I don't want to work long hours. I don't even want to work 5 days a week! When us teachers went on the recent strike part of our strike conditions were to work a 38 hour week. We didn't write reports. We didn't have extra parent meetings. We didn't have extra staff meetings. Of course we STILL put in more than the 38 hour work week that we are supposedly paid a pittance for but we certainly did less. When the discussions came up to go 'get back to normal' and get the shitty pay rise my hackles went up. I would much rather work less. I was happier not writing reports. I was happier not having to "volunteer" to come in on my weekend to do unpaid extra. I was more than happy to pack my bag at a reasonable hour and just leave. I was happier just teaching and enjoying my grade than doing all the extra bullshit that goes along with teaching.
A single girl such as I has got to pay the bills.
It's not my place in the 9 to 5 world.
It's just not.
So what do I do?
Anyway, the first song that came up was:
It's Not My Place (In The 9 to 5 World) - The Ramones
...which was a funny coincidence because I had *just* been thinking about how I'm one of those people that aren't built for the 9 to 5 workplace. One could argue that teaching with all the holidays one gets and the fact that the kids leave at 3.30pm that it really isn't a 9 to 5 work place but if you are suggesting that it's somehow easier than working a regular office work shift then I'd invite you to come say that to my face. We'd have... "words". It's worse. Way worse.
Anyway, I like it when the ipod randomly acts like a personal psychic and quite frankly I find it often does. In fact music often gives me exactly what I need when I need it, unfortunately more so than people ever have (or will?).
I was thinking though, that it really isn't my place to be in the rat race. I'm not motivated by working up the rungs of the ladder. I'm not excited by extra challenges in the work I do. I don't really want any extra money. I don't want to work long hours. I don't even want to work 5 days a week! When us teachers went on the recent strike part of our strike conditions were to work a 38 hour week. We didn't write reports. We didn't have extra parent meetings. We didn't have extra staff meetings. Of course we STILL put in more than the 38 hour work week that we are supposedly paid a pittance for but we certainly did less. When the discussions came up to go 'get back to normal' and get the shitty pay rise my hackles went up. I would much rather work less. I was happier not writing reports. I was happier not having to "volunteer" to come in on my weekend to do unpaid extra. I was more than happy to pack my bag at a reasonable hour and just leave. I was happier just teaching and enjoying my grade than doing all the extra bullshit that goes along with teaching.
A single girl such as I has got to pay the bills.
It's not my place in the 9 to 5 world.
It's just not.
So what do I do?
Labels: 70s, music, musical monday, punk, ramones, rant, stressed teachers, teaching, work
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