Stupidity Reigns Supreme
You know what? It seems like I can never seem to catch a break with work.
I feel like all I ever do is complain about it. Which is really very sad. I like my work. I like teaching students; I love seeing what they come up with, seeing that recognition when something is understood, seeing that enthusiasm to learn a new technique. I like doing client work; I love helping people achieve their dreams. I love doing the work, even when it's repetitive stuff like digitising and grading.
But it's getting to a point where I'm getting upset just about every day that I'm here. I've had nothing but problems since we've moved campuses.
First it was the stuff with my office not being exactly what I was told it would be. It's not even close to what I was promised. I've made it workable, but it's taken a lot of compromise on my part, and a lot of me being told "well, there's no way to change it now".
Then it was all the rigmoral with my expressing of milk. I can't remember if I've given you guys an update on that one. I ended up giving in and expressing in an office in the corner, but the stupid thing is that I've been walked in on there more than I ever did whilst expressing in my office. Plus, there is now a problem with the electricity in that office - it is surging, causing my pump to stop, which means that I have to keep stopping and starting my expressing, which means that something that should take me 20 minutes is taking twice that, time that I'm being penalised for. Add to that, the fact that the lights are on a timer, so they turn off every 5 minutes, which means that I have to get up and move about in order to turn them back on again, because they won't turn back on with me just waving my arm about... I'm just about at the end of my tether. I swear, if this affects my milk supply, someone's head will roll.
Then, on Friday, I got yelled at three times. One was for something that was not my fault - it was the fault of students who were not even in my class. The second was my fault, but it was something that not only was I doing, but all the lecturers do, so I don't know why I was singled out for special attention. The third was my fault, because I hadn't put in my paperwork, but it didn't warrant the bollocking out that I got.
So I spent all of Friday upset, to a point where I was crying in my office and convinced that my manager was trying to make me quit.
Then, today, I happened to check my payslip that's coming up and realised that Payroll had fucked up my pay YET AGAIN. So I called them up, and they told me that they've overpaid me, and they have to deduct their overpayment from what they're going to pay me, because apparently it's my fault that i didn't double check my last pay.
So I'm really beginning to dread what new hell I'm going to end up with tomorrow.
I'm starting to think i might have to go on stress leave until this is all over.
I feel like all I ever do is complain about it. Which is really very sad. I like my work. I like teaching students; I love seeing what they come up with, seeing that recognition when something is understood, seeing that enthusiasm to learn a new technique. I like doing client work; I love helping people achieve their dreams. I love doing the work, even when it's repetitive stuff like digitising and grading.
But it's getting to a point where I'm getting upset just about every day that I'm here. I've had nothing but problems since we've moved campuses.
First it was the stuff with my office not being exactly what I was told it would be. It's not even close to what I was promised. I've made it workable, but it's taken a lot of compromise on my part, and a lot of me being told "well, there's no way to change it now".
Then it was all the rigmoral with my expressing of milk. I can't remember if I've given you guys an update on that one. I ended up giving in and expressing in an office in the corner, but the stupid thing is that I've been walked in on there more than I ever did whilst expressing in my office. Plus, there is now a problem with the electricity in that office - it is surging, causing my pump to stop, which means that I have to keep stopping and starting my expressing, which means that something that should take me 20 minutes is taking twice that, time that I'm being penalised for. Add to that, the fact that the lights are on a timer, so they turn off every 5 minutes, which means that I have to get up and move about in order to turn them back on again, because they won't turn back on with me just waving my arm about... I'm just about at the end of my tether. I swear, if this affects my milk supply, someone's head will roll.
Then, on Friday, I got yelled at three times. One was for something that was not my fault - it was the fault of students who were not even in my class. The second was my fault, but it was something that not only was I doing, but all the lecturers do, so I don't know why I was singled out for special attention. The third was my fault, because I hadn't put in my paperwork, but it didn't warrant the bollocking out that I got.
So I spent all of Friday upset, to a point where I was crying in my office and convinced that my manager was trying to make me quit.
Then, today, I happened to check my payslip that's coming up and realised that Payroll had fucked up my pay YET AGAIN. So I called them up, and they told me that they've overpaid me, and they have to deduct their overpayment from what they're going to pay me, because apparently it's my fault that i didn't double check my last pay.
So I'm really beginning to dread what new hell I'm going to end up with tomorrow.
I'm starting to think i might have to go on stress leave until this is all over.