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So work is a lot more of a stress now. I'm on full days, we're getting lots of students, and I feel like I have to babysit the teachers.
Dave came in with me today, as he'll be full time for the next week or longer. Originally, he was going to be 4-6 hours a week. Then my boss' boss told her she had to be a PR kiss-ass and stop doing "paperwork crap" and suck up to the group leaders.
This has made my job a million times harder.
In addition to taking attendance; prepping the test materials; preparing the new-teacher folders; collecting the class lists; photocopying whatever my boss thinks to make me photocopy; FIXING the photocopier as it invariably breaks; making sure the teachers aren't total slobs in the break room; making sure the tea, coffee, and biscuits are ready to go promptly at the break times; answering any questions that come my way while my boss is busy being yanked off in other directions; and pretty much being on call all the time during the day to help her out... I also have to completely make the class registers.
You would think this would be easy.
But no. It's not a matter of *open excel sheet, input data* ... I often have to decipher the creative scrawls some of these teachers have the NERVE to call "block lettering" As a result, I not only have to refer to their class lists, I have to go back through and dig out the students' intake exam so I know the proper spelling.
Did I mention we got over 130 new students today alone? And when the school is running full-swing... we'll have over 600?
I love having a job, but at some point while I was running around trying to find five new teachers and one renegade jackass who disappeared in all his douchebaggery--I stormed into my boss' office, told her I'd found everyone but the jackass, and then informed her that two of the morning teachers who were planning lessons upstairs have been put on the task to tell him to come to me if he dares show his face. I then told her I planned to punch him dead in the throat before kicking him into her office.
She started to giggle. Then welcomed me to working for ATC and said we were going to get along fabulously
But Dave worked with me all day, and Caley popped in for the afternoon. They'll both be back tomorrow in the afternoon (though Dave is on call to come in in the morning if I need him). We're happy to have a job.
The boss mentioned signing in both morning and afternoon if we were here all day, indicating if we put in a full day, she wants to be sure we get the three hours in the morning and the three hours in the afternoon. I wrote her a rather kind e-mail about the fact that we office assistants do not get the luxury of the teaching hours.
Classes do not just "end" for us. Dave and I were at work promptly at 8:00 this morning to start. The teachers don't begin until 8:30 or 8:45 (depending on the class). They get a healthy 30 minutes break in between the two morning classes. Dave got 20 minutes (MAYBE) and I managed about 10. They get to stop promptly at 12:15 to fuck off for lunch. We had to hang around to catch anyone looking to bother the boss, take down names, queries, and contact info--and leave them for her. So 12:30 we leave. Today, I had to work through most of my lunch. My boss knows this. She was working with me on it. Regardless, on days when we're testing, my break gets cut 30 minutes shorter than the teachers so I can be sure to catch any that are testing new students. Forget the afternoon coffee break. It doesn't exist for me.
With three of us in this afternoon, I'm still woefully behind. And we all worked. We all worked hard. Dave was running all over the place to get the new students in their proper classes, and then pick up the day one lists so I could continue on the afternoon registers. Caley started prepping her part of the job (something I was supposed to have the time to do for her) and then eventually moved into helping me out with my own job. There's a whole section of classrooms we're supposed to get set up for the Adults, that we keep having to put off because no one has the time to do it.
All things said--Dave and I easily put in eight hours each today. I would like to get paid accordingly.
But, I told her, being American, I am used to a different kind of work ethic, and I could easily adopt to the times laid out for me, and adhere to the letter with all breaks and therefore lose up to two hours of work each day.
...And honestly, I was nice about it. I'm genuinely curious if I should relax more with this job and keep with the teacher's schedule more than what looks like is required.
But otherwise, I like my work. And now I feel like I have enough energy to do some reading before I fall asleep absurdly early. :)
Dave came in with me today, as he'll be full time for the next week or longer. Originally, he was going to be 4-6 hours a week. Then my boss' boss told her she had to be a PR kiss-ass and stop doing "paperwork crap" and suck up to the group leaders.
This has made my job a million times harder.
In addition to taking attendance; prepping the test materials; preparing the new-teacher folders; collecting the class lists; photocopying whatever my boss thinks to make me photocopy; FIXING the photocopier as it invariably breaks; making sure the teachers aren't total slobs in the break room; making sure the tea, coffee, and biscuits are ready to go promptly at the break times; answering any questions that come my way while my boss is busy being yanked off in other directions; and pretty much being on call all the time during the day to help her out... I also have to completely make the class registers.
You would think this would be easy.
But no. It's not a matter of *open excel sheet, input data* ... I often have to decipher the creative scrawls some of these teachers have the NERVE to call "block lettering" As a result, I not only have to refer to their class lists, I have to go back through and dig out the students' intake exam so I know the proper spelling.
Did I mention we got over 130 new students today alone? And when the school is running full-swing... we'll have over 600?
I love having a job, but at some point while I was running around trying to find five new teachers and one renegade jackass who disappeared in all his douchebaggery--I stormed into my boss' office, told her I'd found everyone but the jackass, and then informed her that two of the morning teachers who were planning lessons upstairs have been put on the task to tell him to come to me if he dares show his face. I then told her I planned to punch him dead in the throat before kicking him into her office.
She started to giggle. Then welcomed me to working for ATC and said we were going to get along fabulously
But Dave worked with me all day, and Caley popped in for the afternoon. They'll both be back tomorrow in the afternoon (though Dave is on call to come in in the morning if I need him). We're happy to have a job.
The boss mentioned signing in both morning and afternoon if we were here all day, indicating if we put in a full day, she wants to be sure we get the three hours in the morning and the three hours in the afternoon. I wrote her a rather kind e-mail about the fact that we office assistants do not get the luxury of the teaching hours.
Classes do not just "end" for us. Dave and I were at work promptly at 8:00 this morning to start. The teachers don't begin until 8:30 or 8:45 (depending on the class). They get a healthy 30 minutes break in between the two morning classes. Dave got 20 minutes (MAYBE) and I managed about 10. They get to stop promptly at 12:15 to fuck off for lunch. We had to hang around to catch anyone looking to bother the boss, take down names, queries, and contact info--and leave them for her. So 12:30 we leave. Today, I had to work through most of my lunch. My boss knows this. She was working with me on it. Regardless, on days when we're testing, my break gets cut 30 minutes shorter than the teachers so I can be sure to catch any that are testing new students. Forget the afternoon coffee break. It doesn't exist for me.
With three of us in this afternoon, I'm still woefully behind. And we all worked. We all worked hard. Dave was running all over the place to get the new students in their proper classes, and then pick up the day one lists so I could continue on the afternoon registers. Caley started prepping her part of the job (something I was supposed to have the time to do for her) and then eventually moved into helping me out with my own job. There's a whole section of classrooms we're supposed to get set up for the Adults, that we keep having to put off because no one has the time to do it.
All things said--Dave and I easily put in eight hours each today. I would like to get paid accordingly.
But, I told her, being American, I am used to a different kind of work ethic, and I could easily adopt to the times laid out for me, and adhere to the letter with all breaks and therefore lose up to two hours of work each day.
...And honestly, I was nice about it. I'm genuinely curious if I should relax more with this job and keep with the teacher's schedule more than what looks like is required.
But otherwise, I like my work. And now I feel like I have enough energy to do some reading before I fall asleep absurdly early. :)
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