You know how my district is currently on a pay freeze while our union negotiates our next contract? Well, I heard a rumor today that it might last for the next two years. Our contract expired in June, but they couldn't come to an agreement. So it was decided that meetings would resume in September, and we would take a pay freeze until then. I wasn't worried at first. I figured the nice $8,000 raise I'm due for would kick in in like, October. (I have my masters + 18 now, which puts me in a new column on the salary schedule.) And that retroactive pay would be nice; they would be forcing me to save my money.
If I don't get my raise, I am so screwed. I was counting on that money. I am so done with this district.
My friend had a great idea for how I should handle being late to practicum. She asked how many sick days I have left, then suggested that I take a half day every week so I can make it to practicum on time. If I'm leaving the district anyway, who cares what they think? Make them pay for a sub since they are so unwilling to help me out. I am entitled to those days. But I'd feel guilty doing that. I want to leave on good terms. It is, however, tempting.
You know what else happened today? After a crappy day at work, I met my trainer for a session at a nearby park. She kicked my butt and it was awesome. But then I had to run home, shower, and make dinner because Ryan was supposed to come over. I invited him over for dinner tonight because I knew I wouldn't be motivated to cook unless I was cooking for someone. Well, 5 minutes before he was supposed to get here, he texted to say he was stuck at work finishing a presentation. He's now at home, still working. And actually, I'm still working too. I just took a little break to complain here on my blog. So I'm mad that I wasted all that time on dinner when I could've been getting stuff done. I just wish he'd called sooner.
I better get back to work. I have a million things to do and I don't know how they're going to get done. I already feel like I can't breathe, and it's only September.
If I don't get my raise, I am so screwed. I was counting on that money. I am so done with this district.
My friend had a great idea for how I should handle being late to practicum. She asked how many sick days I have left, then suggested that I take a half day every week so I can make it to practicum on time. If I'm leaving the district anyway, who cares what they think? Make them pay for a sub since they are so unwilling to help me out. I am entitled to those days. But I'd feel guilty doing that. I want to leave on good terms. It is, however, tempting.
You know what else happened today? After a crappy day at work, I met my trainer for a session at a nearby park. She kicked my butt and it was awesome. But then I had to run home, shower, and make dinner because Ryan was supposed to come over. I invited him over for dinner tonight because I knew I wouldn't be motivated to cook unless I was cooking for someone. Well, 5 minutes before he was supposed to get here, he texted to say he was stuck at work finishing a presentation. He's now at home, still working. And actually, I'm still working too. I just took a little break to complain here on my blog. So I'm mad that I wasted all that time on dinner when I could've been getting stuff done. I just wish he'd called sooner.
I better get back to work. I have a million things to do and I don't know how they're going to get done. I already feel like I can't breathe, and it's only September.
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