Kids Day / Workplace Woes

Hooray! It's Kid's Day! Growing up, I always asked my parents, "Since there is a Mother's Day and a Father's day, why isn't there such thing as a Kid's Day?" To which they would invariably respond, "Every day is Kid's Day." I always thought that was bullshit, and that there should be a real Kid's Day. Sure, for me, it may have come a little late, but at least I get the day off teaching.

I spent another day hiking and walking around. Today, I went through the UNDER SEA TUNNEL and found a new PC bang on the South Shore. This PC bang is the bizzarro twin of the PC bang near my place in Impeyongdon--It has polished tile floors, and hardwood everything. The chairs are made out of leather and the screens are massive. In general, it has the aesthetic of a fancy restaurant. Best part? I don't feel like I have to wash my hands after using the keyboard.

I just had to find a PC bang tonight, because I need catharsis. My boss at Beyond Advanced has done a couple of things to irritate me, so I've decided to write about it here.

Incident One:

I am hastily driven to the school by Leon, who insists I was supposed to be there earlier for training.

Boss: (angry) I can't talk to you, I'm teaching a class. You should have been here at twelve.

Me: We-

Boss: I'll talk to you later, okay?

*Later*

Boss: Why weren't you here at twelve?

Me: Because Leon told me to come in on Monday. (it was Thursday)


Incident Two:

Me: *****, there is nothing in this folder, except an attendance sheet. There is no book, no nothing. I don't know what I am supposed to be teaching.

Boss: (angry) What were you doing when you were shadowing those classes on Thursday and Friday?

Me: I was trying to pay attention to how the teachers were running the classes.

Boss: Well, you should know what to do.

Me: All right, I'll figure it out--I'll ask one of the other teachers if they can help me.

Boss: Always communicate with your co-teachers.


Incident Three:

Me: *****, I don't know what class I'm supposed to teach right now, because I'm confused at the way my timetable was explained to me.

Boss: Well, you should know what your schedule says.

Me: I don't have a schedule. No one gave me a schedule.

Boss: No one gave you a schedule?

Me: No.

Boss: I have one on the computer I'll print it off. *prints it off*
Here is a schedule, but you can't have this one, no one can have this one.

Me: Uhhhh...

Korean Teacher: Here, I'll help.


Incident Four:

Boss: (noticing the hours I filled out on my time sheet) your training hours don't count.

What I am thinking: I feel cheated and angry

Me: Uh, all right.

American Co-teacher: I got paid for my training hours. Don't worry, she's new at this job, I'll talk to her, and I'm sure it won't be a problem.

He does so, turns out paying me training hours is still a problem.

Incident Five:

After warning my students in my worst class at least a half a dozen times not to speak Korean in class, I send one of them out into the hall. I am about to open the door and let the offender back in, when my boss appears at the door.

Boss: Why did you send her out into the hall. She doesn't know why she is being punished.

Me: I told her five times not to speak Korean in class.

Boss: I know some of the other teachers send there students into the hall, but don't do it. Ask them to stand in the corner instead:

What I'm thinking: You want to try teaching this class!?

Me: Sure, no problem.

Incident Six:

Me: So, did those Spwriting 2-2 books come in yet?

Boss: No, you didn't tell me when you didn't get them, so now you have to wait until Thursday.

What I'm thinking: First off, it's YOUR FAULT you ordered the wrong books in the first place. And second, I BLOODY WELL DID TELL YOU, so don't put this on me!

Me: That's fine.

Incident Seven:

Boss: (angry) Where did you get these templates? These lesson plans are unacceptable. Is this the way you filled out your lesson plans at the other schools you taught at?

What I'm thinking: Yesterday, you didn't even look at my lesson plans, because you didn't like the template I used then--the very template you TOLD ME TO USE, I used those templates because they were the only other templates in the office, and I filled them out the best I could WITHOUT ANY INSTRUCTIONS. Other school's I've worked at!? Have you even fucking read my resume?

Me: I found these templates at my desk. I tried filling them out like (the guy who was filling in for my classes) did them.

Boss: Well, you should come in early on Thursday, so we can look at a template.

Me: That what be lovely.

What I'm thinking: $&#@^@!


More soon. Happy Kid's Day, kiddies!