Isn't marking the teacher's job? Was he/she in the staff lounge having a smoke while the child labour did their job under the guise of "education"?
Jkg....lol.
That's when I was in the dunce set for maths, before the teacher decided I should go straight to the top set, which wasn't as easy going, and you got more homework.
I have to say, even when I was there, I got the feeling that the teachers genuinely cared about us kids, teaching was much more than just a job to them.
I have to say, even when I was there, I got the feeling that the teachers genuinely cared about us kids, teaching was much more than just a job to them.
That's good for you, then. When I was 15 the teachers union here won the right to strike....by going on strike. It lasted 4 months, and unlike the recent pandemic, there were no contingencies for continuing education during the stoppage. I feel I was robbed of my 10th year of education, and at a young age learned that teaching is just another job, one with a very powerful bargaining chip....the students' education.
Yes, there are some good teachers, even great ones, but when it comes to remuneration, they can be union louts like anyone else.
I spent eight years at the chalk face. I learned that you could only take holidays at the most expensive times of the year and that Sunday was not a day off, but a long day entirely spent marking assignments. I frequently worked late on weekdays developing course material. Eight years of that eventually took its toll and doctor told me that I needed to get out of education or I would be back in six months' time with the same problem. I took his advice.
Teaching can be very dangerous to your health.
Teaching can be very dangerous to your health.
Obviously you were teaching in the wrong country! Some of that is true across the pond.
One point should be made. Only good teachers suffer.
One point should be made. Only good teachers suffer.
The only way for any job not to take its toll on your health is to go through life with a broken (or at least deactivated) givashitter. Unfortunately makes you expendable, but drops the stress level by three orders of magnitude.
Went to church on Mother's Day. The priest told the youngsters to put their hand on mom for a blessing. The 10 year old in front of us patted his mom on the derriere!
I am reminded of the line in "A Christmas Story": "He learned it from his father."
I am reminded of the line in "A Christmas Story": "He learned it from his father."
I can empathize with that. My nephew's wife is retiring after 35+ years of teaching...she survived because she would only teach kindergarten or first grade.
I think you rise to the level of anxiety you can handle, then overshoot, and then dial back.
It cost more than the 'deck that it's going onto.
Norm Peterson aka George Wendt passed away just recently. He's one of the best producers of one-liners:
"What's shaking, Norm?"
"All four cheeks & a couple of chins."
"What's new, Normie?"
"Terrorists, Sam. They've taken over my stomach & they're demanding beer."
"What'd you like, Normie?"
"A reason to live. Give me another beer."
"What'll you have, Normie?"
Well, I'm in a gambling mood Sammy. I'll take a glass of whatever comes out of the tap."
"Looks like beer, Norm."
"Call me Mister Lucky."
"Hey Norm, how's the world been treating you?"
"Like a baby treats a diaper."
"What's the story, Mr. Peterson?"
"The Bobsey Twins go to the brewery. Let's cut to the happy ending."
"What's going on, Mr. Peterson?"
"A flashing sign in my gut that says, 'Insert beer here.'"
"Whatcha up to, Norm?"
"My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall."
"How's it going, Mr. Peterson?"
"Poor."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"No, I mean pour."
"Women..... Can't live with 'em.... pass the beer nuts."
"What's going down, Normie?"
"My butt cheeks on that bar stool."
"Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?"
"Alright, but stop me at one....make that one-thirty."
"How's it going, Mr. Peterson?"
It's a dog eat dog world, Woody & I'm wearing Milk Bone underwear."
"What's the story, Norm?"
"Boy meets beer. Boy drinks beer. Boy meets another beer."
"Can I pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?"
"A little early, isn't it, Woody?"
"For a beer?"
"No, for stupid questions."
"Hey Norm, how's life in the fast lane?"
"Don't know, can't find the on-ramp."
"What's shaking, Norm?"
"All four cheeks & a couple of chins."
"What's new, Normie?"
"Terrorists, Sam. They've taken over my stomach & they're demanding beer."
"What'd you like, Normie?"
"A reason to live. Give me another beer."
"What'll you have, Normie?"
Well, I'm in a gambling mood Sammy. I'll take a glass of whatever comes out of the tap."
"Looks like beer, Norm."
"Call me Mister Lucky."
"Hey Norm, how's the world been treating you?"
"Like a baby treats a diaper."
"What's the story, Mr. Peterson?"
"The Bobsey Twins go to the brewery. Let's cut to the happy ending."
"What's going on, Mr. Peterson?"
"A flashing sign in my gut that says, 'Insert beer here.'"
"Whatcha up to, Norm?"
"My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall."
"How's it going, Mr. Peterson?"
"Poor."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"No, I mean pour."
"Women..... Can't live with 'em.... pass the beer nuts."
"What's going down, Normie?"
"My butt cheeks on that bar stool."
"Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?"
"Alright, but stop me at one....make that one-thirty."
"How's it going, Mr. Peterson?"
It's a dog eat dog world, Woody & I'm wearing Milk Bone underwear."
"What's the story, Norm?"
"Boy meets beer. Boy drinks beer. Boy meets another beer."
"Can I pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?"
"A little early, isn't it, Woody?"
"For a beer?"
"No, for stupid questions."
"Hey Norm, how's life in the fast lane?"
"Don't know, can't find the on-ramp."
John Ratzenberger interviewed for the part of Norm but was turned down. He asked the producer/director if they could use a "bar-know-it-all" and he gave them some lines. Thus, they wrote him into the script as "Cliff Clavin"
Me too. But when I just saw your comment, I thought rubber gag, ring gag, p€ni$ gag and what now???? diaper gag 🤢
I'm clearly one of the lucky ones. I like my job, I like the challenges (as in "you wanna do what??😳"), I also like everybody I work with and report to.
And I am constantly badgering upper management to hire people to replace me, to secure institutional knowledge. One down, 5 to go.
There are days when I have a big problem with my car key in the morning, it's very hard to turn. Course, at 5pm, it turns very nicely. But that's just the inconvenience of the half hour drive.
John
I used to enjoy my job too. But I guess it was about 12 years ago, the powers that be decided to try to force-fit every aspect of product life cycle from board meetings to the final obsolescence notice to fit a rigid structure. Set up like a goddam Rube-Goldberg machine where every aspect happens in an exact sequence, dependent on every single previous step in the process. Rather than what just needed to be done at the moment, as resources allow. It added a lot of busy work with no added value, and a lot of places for the process to get BROKEN along the way. At that point, no matter how fulfilling the real work (which you got to do less and less of) was, it became just a J - O - B.
If it wasn’t for the bike racing, requiring the 20 mile commute to work and the 30-miler home as “training”, I probably would have died a long time ago. I’m no longer on the bike, but no longer “working” either. So far the home build is keeping me in shape.
If it wasn’t for the bike racing, requiring the 20 mile commute to work and the 30-miler home as “training”, I probably would have died a long time ago. I’m no longer on the bike, but no longer “working” either. So far the home build is keeping me in shape.