tl;dr: Never work at a place with people you don’t get along with
Okay so as you all may know, I am a self-confessed workaholic with 2 jobs. One is at KFC Burwood (okay, hurry up and laugh) and the other is some shit-hole place I tutor at on Saturdays.
No I don’t hate working at KFC (but I do hate the smell of fried chickingzz now), because everyone I work with is absolutely amazing. I like to think of it as working with 20 brothers and sisters. It’s seriously a place where I can be myself and not get self-conscious about it, because they’re the kind of people I could talk about anything to and can tell my worst jokes to. That’s how happy I am working there.
Crack Arts jokes all you want, but I won’t care, because I’m happy. Haters gon’ hate bruh.
Okay so at the other place, it’s like a private tutoring place right? Maybe I shouldn’t even call it a job, since I actually only tutor an hour every Saturday. Yeah that’s how shit it is. But it’s better than nothing right?
WRONG.
I hate almost everything about it. My boss and I don’t quite see eye-to-eye. I’m full of resentment. I hate the environment I teach in. The place has a weird smell to it and I think it’s gotten to the point where I’m finding myself dreading Saturdays. Who the hell dreads Saturdays?!!?
Me.
I would say that the only thing that is keeping me tied down to the place are the students.
Okay so the main point of this vent was that there was a particular week my boss walked in on me teaching the apparently ‘wrong’ method of subtraction and wanted me to teach his method. Now before you go accuse me of being a bad teacher, in my defence, the method I used to teach my kids was the method I learnt in primary school, and my parents learnt that method in school, and so on.
Okay maybe this makes me a caveman.
POINT IS… So I let him take over the class the next week so he could teach them his method, which was all good. Got up pretty early for a Saturday. Wasted like $4 of petrol just to get there and sit in for an hour doing jack-all and didn’t get paid for it.
So just then I was marking the student’s homework from the week he taught them and found out her answers are all wrong.
Way to go, boss. You got through to them.
I AM A BITCH OKAY?
