tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60295382008-01-19T15:12:53.187+01:00MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comBlogger413125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-84511253167675461182007-06-04T21:33:00.001+02:002007-06-04T21:34:23.459+02:00

Just when everything was going fine, I get the bad news. Pompous Ponce will be returning in July. Newest Girl is leaving and he'll be replacing her (because she replaced him when he left). I'm more than disappointed by this news.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-81665416973191383102007-03-29T22:42:00.000+02:002007-03-29T22:43:52.034+02:00

After tolerating him for 2 1/2 years, Pompous Ponce is finally leaving at the end of April. I'm overjoyed!

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-27144257670242322472007-03-06T21:21:00.000+01:002007-03-06T21:25:16.693+01:00

Blonde Bloke remarked as to what he saw was a lack of hours on my part on the schedule. He didn't realise that in the years since I was hired, contracts have changed and he was hired at the same rate of pay as me, but contracted for more hours. Pompous Ponce's contract is much closer to mine hourwise and he looked at me and smiled when BB was prattling on. He then said, 'Teachers at this school

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that a higher power does exist. Pompous Ponce has lost his voice. We're now not able hear him babble on incessantly about how great he is.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1170708607502538502007-02-05T21:47:00.000+01:002007-02-05T21:51:10.180+01:00

In a teachers’ meeting last Tuesday, we gave assessments of our classes and students – looking for mismatches. A few were found, so one class was combined with another and a new class was created. The students involved in the changes were to be notified by Old Secretary. That didn’t happen. What ensued was complete chaos this evening. Students went to the wrong classrooms, other students were

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1169830462262889492007-01-26T17:54:00.000+01:002007-01-26T17:54:22.676+01:00

Do not SMS a colleague and ask them if they want to meet for coffee. That colleague (Blonde Bloke) might be in the teachers' room and might tell everyone else there about it. Needless to say that Pompous Ponce is livid about it. I'd hate to be New Girl when she returns from being ill next week. Sorry for the absence. Regular service has resumed.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1161955612488377972006-10-27T15:26:00.000+02:002006-10-27T15:26:52.686+02:00

The bosses told Talkie not to come to work today and that her classes would be covered. However, it appears that she was expected in for one of her morning classes and didn't turn up, so New Girl was asked to teach it. Next week could be interesting.

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Talkie was given her written warning on Thursday, which not unexpectedly led to her shedding many tears in the teachers’ room and quite lengthy talks on her part. The common consensus is that the bosses must have been out to get her. A usual written warning is for one specific incident – this one was not. It was for everything that they could think of that Talkie has done, or is thought to have

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for her performance on Monday. Most of the reason is because she stood up to Young Secretary and called her arrogant (which she can be at times). Bossman tried to have a chat with her yesterday but it turns out all he was able to do was listen to her for twenty minutes and nothing got accomplished. YS wasn't happy, so she called Bosswoman and explained the situation to her - and BW made BM write

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1160428277056864342006-10-09T23:11:00.000+02:002006-10-09T23:34:15.103+02:00

I rarely use my mobile phone and usually keep it off at weekends (unless I'm expecting a call/sms to make plans) and while I'm asleep. It's a good thing I did yesterday evening, as Young Secretary attempted to call me twice this morning to see if I could work. What had happened was that the schedule was changed late on Friday and emailed to the teachers with a request that Talkie be notified in

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1158264800675301002006-09-14T22:12:00.000+02:002006-09-14T22:14:02.266+02:00

New Guy 2 started this week and I’ve already come up with a nickname for him: Blonde Bloke. He seems to be a friendly lad in his mid-twenties and it is thought by all that he’ll work out well here. Note: He's Daftee's replacement, not Useless'.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1157126436072954832006-09-01T18:00:00.000+02:002006-09-01T18:00:36.180+02:00

New Guy is now called Useless, because frankly he is. Remember Incompentent Colleague? Useless makes IC look like a genius. He can’t explain grammar and frankly has no clue about it at all. Bosswoman figured that he wouldn’t work out from the beginning, but Bossman was unconvinced. He had Pompous Ponce attempt to teach Useless grammar (!) but he just can’t seem to catch on. BM has already

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1155329180657969572006-08-11T22:45:00.000+02:002006-08-11T22:46:20.696+02:00

Upon entering the teachers’ room, I greeted Two-Face (that’s the nicest nickname I could think of for her, so perhaps I’ll have to make a Name the **** post) and she started a conversation with me: TF: ‘Some guy just came in here and stole my markers for the whiteboard.’ MrT: ‘Some random bloke?’ TF: ‘Yes.’ MrT: ‘What did he look like?’ TF: ‘He was good looking and about my age.’ MrT: ‘That’s

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I was told that I wouldn’t be teaching my normal class that day because they had scheduled me to teach Student X again. MrTeacher: ‘Why?’ Young Secretary: ‘Because Pompous Ponce normally has one hour of translation with them and I don’t think they want to do that right before school ends.’ *I didn’t even begin to look for logic in that ‘explanation’* MrT: ‘Right, then you need to call the

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1154701689247909662006-08-04T16:27:00.000+02:002006-08-04T16:28:09.273+02:00

So far he seems like a decent bloke. He’s from the USA and hasn’t spoken out much yet (Monday was his first day) while he’s getting used to how things work (or don't) here. I don’t have enough of an impression yet to get a nickname for him. He did ask Pompous Ponce if we had a dress code, and the response was, ‘You should be okay as long as you don’t come in wearing a clown suit.’ Unfortunately

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1153837639193567122006-07-25T16:26:00.000+02:002006-07-25T16:27:19.210+02:00

Last Monday had to be a new record for the most stupidity that has happened in the shortest amount of time. Three incidents in about fifty seconds (luckily, only two of them happened to me). One of my daytime classes graduated a while back and the only other class I have on Mondays is an evening class. So, I turned up 15 minutes before the class started to attend to the formality of filling in

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Talkie and PP aren’t talking about it, but this is WhingeBag’s version of what happened (which she volunteered). WB and Talkie were trying to set up a syllabus for an intensive course they’d be sharing and they disagreed on what should be done. It turned into a full on argument (I was teaching at the time on a different floor and missed the whole episode). So, Talkie went to PP and told him

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1153138104801892402006-07-17T14:08:00.000+02:002006-07-17T14:15:50.496+02:00

as we speak. Pompous Ponce has just blown up at Talkie in the teachers' room and they're now in a classroom having a heated discussion. I'll report back, but it could be a while (after all, Talkie is involved)

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1151937776118436752006-07-03T16:38:00.000+02:002006-07-03T16:42:56.136+02:00

Smileroid is gone and WhingeBag is leaving. Pompous Ponce will be gone at the end of August and so will Daftie. Good riddance to the lot of them. Anybody need a job?

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1150261780281181062006-06-14T07:09:00.000+02:002006-06-14T07:09:40.386+02:00

WhingeBag has handed in her notice!

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1149065463362377982006-05-31T10:51:00.000+02:002006-05-31T10:51:03.966+02:00

Pompous Ponce has made it clear to everybody but Talkie that he doesn’t like her. She annoys him with her incessant babbling. Talkie has been looking for a flat ever since she moved here and finally found one – in PP’s building (she didn’t know that he lived there when she found the flat). Many of us find that quite funny.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1148451435115176532006-05-24T08:17:00.000+02:002006-05-26T11:54:42.086+02:00

We were given a set amount of photocopies that we were allowed to make at the beginning of the year. Every teacher was assigned their own photocopy code and the photocopier tracks them itself. I've always thought that that was a bit daft due to the fact that teachers always need to supplement their course books with other materials for their students and have said that once I reach my limit, I

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1147843963952582322006-05-17T07:32:00.000+02:002006-05-17T07:32:43.960+02:00

Secretary from Hell gave me permission to use her computer while she was at lunch yesterday. I checked my email and did some surfing and gave it back to her when she returned. She sat down at her computer and realised that I had accidentally closed one of her folders and went on the rampage. ‘YOU CLOSED MY FOLDER! IF YOU’RE GOING TO USE MY COMPUTER YOU CAN’T DO THINGS LIKE THAT! THIS IS SO

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I just don't understand my colleagues. Ask one simple question, and they misunderstand and jump all over you. They search for hidden meanings in E V E R Y T H I N G that one says. I have lots of examples and here's one: Daftie: 'You look lethal today.' MrT: 'I have no idea what you you're talking about.' - I was clueless Daftie [annoyed tone]: 'FUCK OFF, MrT! DON'T TAKE THE PISS OUT OF ME!' [and

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1147399466223116172006-05-12T04:04:00.000+02:002006-05-12T04:07:44.386+02:00

Talking came up to me exasperated about a few experiences she's had with Secretary from Hell in the past few weeks. After fifteen minutes of sitting and listening to her wax on lyrically about it, she looked at me and said, 'What's wrong with that woman?' Seeing that as a point where I might actually be able to get a word in, I said, 'Do you want the whole list or just the top 5?' to which she

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