fuck this job.com

The new school principal we got last term has finally shown herself to be the incompetent, foolish, pussified individual that I suspected that she was the minute she walked in the door.

Today I had the vast displeasure of being in the same time zone of a hostile parent. I attended a zonal sports meet with the rest of my staff and school at a local stadium today, something that I could have and should have skipped altogether. The new principal had the bright idea of inviting parents who had time to travel with the group and attend, something that is not usually done, btw.

The old adage states that to teach is to learn twice. However, whomever coined the phrase probably didn't work in a position like mine. Before I went to training college, I had quite a few skills that I'd taught myself. I could use a variety of graphics programs from Micrographix to Photoshop, all of which I'd taught myself, I wrote stories online that made me proud and gave me a feeling of accomplishment and not just because they got great reviews, I could carry a tune, I could learn anything I put my mind to, I had limitless potential.

And then, two contracted years of pointless, thankless, nerve-racking, senseless "study" for a job that I hated anyway.

These headaches are becoming chronic. Hypochristian Ultra has it out for me big-time, because I don't want to be her "friend". I'm sorry HU, but I'm not so short on friends that I need frienemies. No thank you, we don't want any. So stop throwing words over the blackboard at me, don't come into my class for any reason and for the love of God forget that I ever existed, ok?

It's bad enough that I went on strike with the union for a pay increase and got a lousy 15% for my trouble. But guess what? 15% of nothing is still frigging nothing! Wow, I got a lousy $625 increase in an economy where it takes $1000 to buy decent groceries for the month. Wowsy-woo-woo. While the fatcat administrators who already earn about $12000 a piece also get a 15% increase, thanks to us little people. Think of me when you upgrade to a more expensive car and a younger wife you fuckwad douchebags.

I have a headache. I have a headache because of my job. I am sick and tired of my backstabbing, smelly coworkers and their incessant nitpicking. They talk about each other behind their backs constantly. I've been aware of the fact that they talk about me (who they know nothing about)from the beginning. Another teacher tried to warn me yesterday that they were bitching because I came late and it was my turn to say prayers and have morning assembly with the kids in the morning. I appreciate her effort, but I already know. If they back-stab each other then why wouldn't they let me have it too? They all drive to work. I have to take lousy country taxis that don't bother to warn me when they turn off the main road to drop another passenger in some off-course dirt track, lengthening the time it takes for me to get to the school and sometimes making me late even when I leave the house on time.

I'm on my third week of vacation and I just find myself dreading my return to the workplace. It SUCKS. And here's why:

1. The principal and the senior teacher are SISTERS.
2. They hate me, as a matter of fact, they just hate anyone that's female, moderately good-looking, young and smart so that includes the clerk and the other young teacher.
3. My salary is less than $688 USD a month, out of which I pay off a bank loan and third in rent.
4. The twister-sisters have a habit of trying to bully the young staff members out of vacation days. For example just days before the vacation started they called the clerk on her day off and DEMANDED she come back to work because they couldn't figure out which key on the main ring opened her office. The principal even put her sister on the phone to inform the absent clerk that SHE saw her in taxi that morning and therefore she knew she was in the area.

A coworker, let's call her Hypochristrian-Ultra, recently decided to dispense some of her oh so holy insight into my pathetic and sad little life so far away from the glorious light of her (WRONG) version of the Creator. How I'm too negative, and I therefore attract negative things into my life with my negativity and I should pray about it and blah-blah-yakety-schmackety.

Oh please.

If you were so happy with your life, your desk wouldn't be cluttered with books about how to be a better Christian/Woman/Wife/Whatever. Because you'd be comfortable with yourself and your beliefs and it wouldn't bother you if the girl next door likes to lick carpet or not. Cause it's none of your damn business. I thought being a Christian was about acceptance and love and all that good shit. To me, giving a bunch of advice that nobody asked for isn't cool in the least. Accept yourself for what you are first, and then maybe Adam and Steve won't bother you so much. I'm not saying that I'm a poster-girl for self-love, but damnit, I try! And I'm proud of the fact that I recognize that I don't have to make someone feel bad about themselves so I can feel good about myself. So fuck you very much Mrs. HU. I'ma go back to my real life at 3pm and hang with the goths and the tricks and the homos and the people with AIDS and everyone else who lives in the real world because it's what Jesus would do.

I just finished reading Xstate's most recent blog "Your Worst Job Hazards" and one point made glared at me more than any other:

"3. Don't care about your co-workers. I don't care how nice or friendly or helpful they are, your co-workers will stab you in the back. DOn't make friends with anyone at your workplace for they will eventually turn on you. I made that mistake a couple of times and it got me fired once. I usually try to keep a low profile at work."

Correct. Absolutely 100% correctomundifico man. It was like a slap in the face for me. I absolutely hate my coworkers and I wish to God they'd leave me the hell alone but I've been straining smiles and doing things outside of my job description when all I want to say is, NO.

First of all, I'd like to thank everybody who responded to my very first post it was quite encouraging.

There should be a rule about Monday mornings that should go something like this: "Thou shalt not piss me off today, I shalt not be responsible for the consequences thereof." Unfortunately there is no rule.

At exactly 9.20 am the Standard Five teacher "asked" me if I could take on her post examination monster for TWO more additional sessions a week. Bringing the grand total to FOUR FUCKING SESSIONS A WEEK??!!! Those DISGUSTING, DISRESPECTFUL LITTLE MAGGOTS??!! NO! NO, NO, NO, NO, FUCK NO!!!

Where I begin? My all-female staff of hypochristians or the spawn of Lucifer that come through the doors in the supposed search of an education? Let's just say that I know I live in a "Third World" country, but it doesn't start to feel that way until around 8.30 am on a weekday.

First of all they put me to work as the I.T. teacher in a room with six computers. Are they out of their minds?! Somehow I rise to the challenge, don't ask me how. Now, I'm finding out that the rest of the staff thinks that I'm a poor young girl with problems who needs Jesus. A thought which I'm sure would not have occurred to them if I was married to some hairy, ungrateful ape and was sporting post maternal stretch marks. Oh, poor unmarried, childless me! I'm an old maid at 24. Grow the fuck up. At least I don't blame my problems on invisible bogeymen who work for the Devil and I can hold up a conversation about everyday shit without quoting the Bible every five seconds. Good God. Do you heifers realize how disgustingly BORING and ORDINARY you are? Stop acting as if working with children is a blessing. It isn't. To me, it's about paying the rent and having enough left over to have an occasional cup of coffee with my REAL FRIENDS after work.