tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60295382011-07-31T08:39:55.455+02:00Battling idiocy on a daily basis.MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.comBlogger4141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-82126520821089077582009-06-09T08:08:00.002+02:002009-06-09T08:11:54.619+02:00

that they could have got things right by now, but no. That's too much too expect.An incompany class cancelled yesterday for yesterday early in the day. Common sense would say that SecretaryfromHell would have called the teacher to let them (me) know, but that didn't happen. Four hours later, I get the call - sort of. I was in the car driving there and didn't answer my mobile because it's illegal

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag: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.com0tag: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.com0tag: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

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1170960338560194462007-02-08T19:45:00.000+01:002007-02-08T19:48:22.923+01:00

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.com0tag: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.com0tag: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.com0tag: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.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1161514755265746632006-10-22T12:57:00.000+02:002006-10-22T13:00:35.616+02:00

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.com0tag: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.com0tag: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.com0tag: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 started

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag: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 New Guy.’

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1155228591288614332006-08-10T18:49:00.000+02:002006-08-10T18:49:51.310+02:00

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 student

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag: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.com0tag: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 a

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1153295933527634022006-07-19T09:58:00.000+02:002006-07-19T09:58:53.563+02:00

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 what

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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.com0tag: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.com0tag: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.com0tag: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.com0tag: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.com0tag: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

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1147684753287874142006-05-15T11:19:00.000+02:002006-05-15T11:24:23.923+02:00

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 cluelessDaftie [annoyed tone]: 'FUCK OFF, MrT! DON'T TAKE THE PISS OUT OF ME!' [and she

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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

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1145855188827663662006-04-24T07:06:00.000+02:002006-04-24T07:06:28.886+02:00

We had a new teacher start last week, and I already have a nickname for her: Talkie. This woman can talk! You don't have a conversation with her, you listen to her give a lecture and squeeze a word or two in every five minutes. She's worse than WhingeBag. Also, the former 'New Girl' will now be called Daftie (not in a bad way).

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1144812975634744532006-04-12T05:36:00.000+02:002006-04-12T05:39:40.180+02:00

Smileroid has turned in his notice;NewGirl has turned down a different job but is still looking;Pompous Ponce is still threatening to leave;WhingeBag has been updating her CV (it's interesting what one can learn when they check the 'Recent Documents' file).Frankly, I'll be glad to see the lot of them go. Fresh Meat coming in a few weeks.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1144122091762203002006-04-04T05:41:00.000+02:002006-04-04T05:41:31.833+02:00

WhingeBag: 'This computer's going very slow.'MrT: 'That's because it's Old Secretary's computer. It goes as fast as she does. If it went any faster, it'd confuse her even more.'

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1143734303037947882006-03-30T17:58:00.000+02:002006-03-30T17:58:23.086+02:00

or have other people noticed that the colleagues you enjoy working with and want to stay - don't, and the colleagues you can't wait to get rid of - stay.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1143560533667578862006-03-28T17:42:00.000+02:002006-03-28T17:42:13.786+02:00

Earlier this month I was ill so I went to my local GP and was excused me from work for a bit. I took the note to the school (it was on the way home) and gave it to Secretary from Hell before returning to my sanctuary to wait out the illness (and ply myself full of what had been prescribed for me). Two days before I was due to return, I received an email from a student saying that her class was

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1143059198716289462006-03-22T21:25:00.000+01:002006-03-22T21:26:38.730+01:00

Plagued by computer problems and a pesky virus that somehow found its way in.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1142229855101491102006-03-13T07:02:00.000+01:002006-03-13T07:04:15.116+01:00

and other knowledgeable peopleWhen I turned on my computer this morning, I got a error message that said (basically) 'Windows cannot load the locally stored profile due to insufficient security rights or a corrupt local profile' and second one that said that it was automatically creating a temporary profile for me. When it finished loading, that's exactly what it had done - signed me on as if I

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1141707379821050652006-03-07T05:56:00.000+01:002006-03-07T05:56:19.873+01:00

Smileroid figured he’d do a bit of freelance work and contacted a school across town to see if they had anything coming up. He was in luck – they did. The only problem was that it was on Monday evenings at the same times as his evening classes at our school. Logic would say that he would have told the other school that he couldn’t do it, but instead he took matters into his own hands. He lied to

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1141121980038051642006-02-28T11:19:00.000+01:002006-02-28T11:26:59.470+01:00

Smileroid has been getting on my nerves. He was whinging about not having enough time for himself a while back and asked for fewer hours, which he received (but still enough to survive financially) and now he’s whinging about not having enough money. That’s just the beginning. He's constantly whinging. He’s been making a storm in a teacup out of every little thing lately, and I’m tired of hearing

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1140669949082611762006-02-23T05:45:00.000+01:002006-02-23T06:11:15.650+01:00

Pompous Ponce received a packet from a school district in England on Monday, including a job application. He kept telling us about it, so I encouraged him to fill it in and send it back. I was using the internet in the office when he came in, and here’s how the conversation went:PP: ‘I’ve filled it in.’MrT: ‘Should I take it to the post office for you?’PP: ‘You sound like you want to get rid of

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1139890891335361442006-02-14T05:21:00.000+01:002006-02-14T05:27:24.806+01:00

1. Pompous Ponce's car wouldn't start last Thursday, so he tried calling me for a ride to a company in which we both had to teach. My phone was off. He also tried calling Smilroid, but his phone had packed up. PP ended up taking a taxi.2. Young Secretary was still working on the schedule for this week at 16h last Friday (after everyone had left, but that's another post) and tried calling me to

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1139457255544449912006-02-09T04:54:00.000+01:002006-02-09T04:54:15.606+01:00

I entered the teachers’ room and Smileroid engaged me in conversation:SR [frantic tone]: ‘MrT! Have you read the new memo on the bulletin board?’MrT: ‘No, SR, I’ve just walked in. Let me have a look at it now.’SR [even more frantic tone]: ‘It says [issue]!’MrT: ‘Let me read it.’*I read the memo*MrT: ‘SR, where on here does it say that?’SR: ‘I don’t know, but WhingeBag told me that that was what

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1139211478500638232006-02-06T08:37:00.000+01:002006-02-06T08:37:58.553+01:00

Pompous Ponce has been bragging to the rest of us AND OUR STUDENTS (when he subs for us) about how he speaks the best English (accent and grammar) at our school. He really is a pompous ponce.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1138939997612452692006-02-03T05:13:00.000+01:002006-02-03T05:13:17.663+01:00

When I returned from hols, I found out that I had lost one of my favourite classes due to the fact that the school needed someone to teach a high level exam class, and I was the only one qualified to do it. I had told the class that I’d be back after my hols, but that didn’t happen (New Girl subbed for me when I was away). I protested, but Bossman refused to budge and insisted on me teaching the

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1138768419936950592006-02-01T05:33:00.000+01:002006-02-01T05:33:39.966+01:00

One of my classes that Pompous Ponce subbed for told me that he walked into the class and told them that I hadn't left him a lesson plan for them and asked them what grammar points they wanted to review. The problem was that I HAD left him a (detailed) lesson plan. The irony is that since he's taken on some DoS responsibilities, it's his job to make sure that teachers have planned lessons and are

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1138601314577609602006-01-30T07:08:00.000+01:002006-01-30T07:08:34.623+01:00

Young Secretary apparently lost the grades I submitted in October and accused me of never having given them to her. I pulled my records that proved I had turned them in and made photocopies of them for her. I then turned in my participation/attendance/attitude grades (all are combined into one) and oral abilities grades for my grammar and correspondence classes (they weren’t due til last Friday),

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1138247057296616592006-01-26T04:44:00.000+01:002006-01-26T04:51:37.473+01:00

Since the beginning of the year, my school has issued each teacher their own photocopier code number in order to keep track of the number of copies we use. I have no problem with that, as it’s done by many schools and companies to help control costs. The school also has a standardised lesson plan form that all teachers must fill in prior to each lesson. I have no problem with that either, as it’s

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1138134429171249962006-01-24T21:27:00.000+01:002006-01-24T21:27:09.220+01:00

when you come back from hols. Smileroid pulled me into a classroom today and said, 'Is it true?' to which I told him I had no clue as to what he was on about. He went on to say that Young Secretary had told him that I'd be (voluntarily) leaving the school in a few month's time. That was news to me too.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1138081182033317372006-01-24T06:39:00.000+01:002006-01-24T06:39:42.110+01:00

I've returned to a lot of the same crap that I left. Smileroid whinging about working on Saturdays, WhingeBag complaining about anything and everything, etc. However, there has been one saving grace: apparently, Pompous Ponce is getting fed up and has threatened to start looking for a new job. I've offered to help him find one.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1135050132824939732005-12-20T04:42:00.000+01:002005-12-20T04:42:12.866+01:00

Right, so I walked into work yesterday and checked the schedule. What did I see? Apparently one of my day’s holiday hadn’t been put on it correctly and even though my classes had been taken off of my schedule, a class of Fun Colleague’s had been PUT ON it due to the fact that SHE’LL BE ON HOLIDAY THAT DAY! Conversation:MrT to Bossman: ‘You know that class of FC’s that you want me to teach?’BM: ‘

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1134617642049634682005-12-15T04:34:00.000+01:002005-12-15T04:34:02.116+01:00

with reference to this post.I hadn’t planned on telling them until tomorrow, but I was cornered by Bossman and Young Secretary about a new class that they wanted me to teach one of the weeks I’ll be on hols in January and had to tell them. It came out like this:MrT: ‘You do realise that I’ll be on holiday that week, don’t you?’Bossman: ‘WHAT?’Young Secretary: ‘NO!’I pulled out the paperwork and

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1134483789779460312005-12-13T15:23:00.000+01:002005-12-13T15:30:11.743+01:00

I had a PDF file that I needed to print out before 13h30 for a student. That should have been an easy feat, but nothing's ever that easy at my school.The Stone Age computer that the teachers are allowed to use gave an error message every time I tried to open the file. The computer lab was being used by a class, so I couldn’t go there. I asked Young Secretary if I could use her computer to print

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1133842659125256722005-12-06T05:17:00.000+01:002005-12-06T05:35:26.866+01:00

Conversation with Tall Colleague:MrT: 'You know, TC, there are days when I really hate working here. Today is one of them.'TC: [chuckles] 'What's going on here nowadays? Everyone seems to hate working here,' [in an 'I do too' tone of voice.]In all fairness, I usually like my job but the past few weeks have been sheer hell in many different ways, and I have recently been put in a quite awkward

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1133410133923508042005-12-01T05:08:00.000+01:002005-12-01T05:08:53.966+01:00

I do a bit of extra work for Bossman that the rest of our teachers don’t know about. It’s totally legal (I pay taxes on it), but has been a well kept secret for quite a while now. Or at least it used to be.I give Bossman a separate invoice every month for it, which he prints out and submits to Old Secretary, our payroll clerk, by leaving it on her desk. It just so happened that Smileroid went

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1132898629819928142005-11-25T07:03:00.000+01:002005-11-25T12:45:33.103+01:00

I'm taking a day's holiday the day before Christmas Break begins, and I've just noticed our crack secretarial staff hasn't put it on the schedule (all the other day's holiday have already been added to the schedule). I'm going to tell them, it's just a matter of when. The week before? The beginning of that week? I still have the written confirmation that would absolve me of any wrongdoing.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1132802900442470902005-11-24T04:28:00.000+01:002005-11-24T04:28:20.506+01:00

I clued Smileroid in on this due to the fact that he has a similar situation, and he then decided to attempt to play their game too. However, he’s lacking common sense. He went to Young Secretary and ASKED HER to move one of his classes back an hour so that he’d get paid ‘driving time’! How daft can a person be? She then told him that she couldn’t do that, and he told her he wanted the extra

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1132730165115790102005-11-23T08:16:00.000+01:002005-11-23T08:16:57.606+01:00

The Christmas Do has been cancelled! It has been common knowledge that Bossman didn't want to have one, so he found a reason not to have one and cancelled it! After last year's Do, I'm over the moon about this news.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1131727233697118562005-11-11T17:40:00.000+01:002005-11-25T12:46:33.493+01:00

I walked into the office yesterday in a happy mood after a great class and told Bossman about it (New Girl was also there). The conversation continued like this:MrT: ‘If you remember correctly, I didn’t want that class. Now I’m not giving it up.’BM: ‘Good, because you can’t.’MrT: ‘I don’t want to. I’m just giving you some good news. We could use some of that around here.’BM: ‘What do you mean?

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1131518154591245372005-11-09T07:35:00.000+01:002005-11-09T07:37:41.973+01:00

I just happen to come across a Post-it note on Young Secretary’s desk yesterday with my name on it that said, ‘Saturday’ and ‘Lesson Plans’. I looked at her and asked her if I was on her ‘Hit list’, to which she replied, ‘What do you mean?’ I asked the same question again and Bossman came over and said, ‘Oh! It’s my hit list,’ to which I asked him for further information since it dealt with me.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1131459792776629712005-11-08T15:23:00.000+01:002005-11-08T22:28:13.123+01:00

We had a new class start on Saturday that will be meeting twice a week. At a normal school, the second day would have been worked out in advance by the administrative staff and the teacher would have been selected. Not at my school.WhingeBag and Smileroid are sharing the Saturday bit, but the way that the second day of the week was determined was on Saturday by Young Secretary going into the

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1130961653278710622005-11-02T21:00:00.000+01:002005-11-02T21:00:53.316+01:00

MrT: 'Hi'Bossman: 'Hi. How are you?'MrT: 'I have a cold.'BM: 'Now's not a good time to get a cold.'MrT: 'You should have told me that a few days ago before I got it.'

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1130349986462316552005-10-26T20:06:00.000+02:002005-10-26T20:06:26.526+02:00

Scheduling has been worse than usual this week. EVERYONE’S schedule has changed at least once, and some more. My schedule changed once on Monday, once on Tuesday and FOUR times today! After the fourth time, I had to do something to release the stress of all the idiocy so I walked into the teachers' room, declared myself the King of Schedule Changes and told the peasants to bow down before my

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1130237167768766612005-10-25T12:46:00.000+02:002005-10-25T12:55:08.886+02:00

We had absolute chaos in the teachers’ room this morning. Smileroid was complaining loudly about having to work this Saturday;WhingeBag and Pompous Ponce were (literally) shouting at each other;Young Secretary was fuming because of her failed attempt to order people around;I was frustrated because a few hours had been taken from me and given to New Girl;New Girl was frustrated because she had

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1130158420112595742005-10-24T14:53:00.000+02:002005-10-25T12:51:21.373+02:00

Old Secretary ran into the teachers’ room at 9:40 this morning and saw Smileroid, Pompous Ponce and me preparing lessons. She frantically said, ‘I need a teacher right now. Who can teach?’ When asked why she needed one, she said that Clown was supposed to teach a new class that started at 9:30, but he was off on Friday (when it was put on his schedule) and no one had called him and told him about

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1129696020317712722005-10-19T06:27:00.000+02:002005-10-19T06:27:00.373+02:00

From time to time we have to drive to various businesses for incompany classes. We have a few school cars and are pretty good at arranging the details among ourselves (the English teachers) rather than waiting for the office to screw it up at the last minute. Yesterday evening, Bossman came into the teachers’ room a bit panicky saying that we didn’t have enough cars for today and asked where

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1129270711339529772005-10-14T08:18:00.000+02:002005-10-16T11:18:55.993+02:00

I teach outside of my city a few times each week (incompany lessons) and I use a car owned by our school to get there (I don't own a car) and get paid 'driving time'. A few weeks ago I scheduled two lessons at a certain company back to back for convenience reasons. After reviewing the payroll data, I found out that I didn't get paid 'driving time' for both of them because 'You were already there,

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1129173747343531062005-10-13T05:22:00.000+02:002005-10-13T05:50:22.813+02:00

Bossman took me into a classroom ten minutes before the teachers’ meeting started yesterday to break some quite upsetting news to me. He told me that he had offered Pompous Ponce more responsibility the day before. PP will be interacting more with the students on an office level type thing in order to find out what they think of their lessons/materials/teachers. That's fine with me as he went to

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1129095930392050922005-10-12T07:45:00.000+02:002005-10-12T19:34:47.746+02:00

Another bitch session waste of time teachers' meeting today! Oh the horror! WhingeBag told me yesterday that she's planning on hijacking the meeting and whinging about everything that's bothering her. If that happens, I'll be leaving early.Details to follow.**** Update 19:33 ****How'd the meeting go? Let's just say this:KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !Not sure if I

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1128927463723225542005-10-10T08:57:00.000+02:002005-10-10T08:57:43.770+02:00

Smileroid has just SMSed me letting me know that he's called in sick to work due to having flu-like symptoms. The minute I received the message, I activated the profile on my mobile phone that blocks calls that are not on my SIM card, which includes the office, Bossman and Bosswoman. Knowing SR's schedule, they're probably trying to call me to cover some of his afternoon classes. I'll gladly

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1128570343773184722005-10-06T05:45:00.000+02:002005-10-06T05:45:44.010+02:00

I walk into the office at 8h30.Secretary from Hell: ‘Where have you been?’MrT: ‘At home, why?’SfH: ‘What about your 7h30 class?’MrT: ‘I don’t have one today. According to my schedule [that the office printed out for me last week], it’s at 9h45 this morning.'*shows SfH the schedule*SfH: ‘Let me call the student’*calls the (incompany) student, student says that the lesson was for 7h30, I tell her

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1128431151901455592005-10-04T15:05:00.000+02:002005-10-04T15:05:51.930+02:00

Bossman and Young Secretary managed to piss off four English teachers for completely different reasons before 10am!

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1128060216590510092005-09-30T08:03:00.000+02:002005-09-30T08:08:55.413+02:00

The chat with BM went well (BW was ill and wasn't able to be there). Hopefully things will change. BM promised me they would, but I'm not counting on it. Here are the notes I took with me. - Feel like a dumping ground. When others say they can’t work, I am ordered to work. Not given a choice like they are. It’s happened several times. Remember, teachers talk in the teachers’ room and I’ve found

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1127400491267691892005-09-22T16:48:00.000+02:002005-09-22T16:48:11.316+02:00

I’ve had enough! I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore! Years ago, someone told me, ‘When you’ve had enough, you’ll do something about the problem.’ I’ve had enough! All the little things that I’ve tolerated and all the disrespect that I’ve received have finally gotten to me. I’ve scheduled a meeting with Bossman and Bosswoman and am going to fry everybody! Other teachers,

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1126903992310774702005-09-16T22:53:00.000+02:002005-09-16T22:54:56.290+02:00

I accidentally stumbled across the office's payroll system this morning, and have found out that Whingebag, despite being less experienced than PP, SR and me, gets paid more on holiday days than we do. I'll be having a few words with Bossman and Bosswoman next week!

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1126668916043505782005-09-14T05:35:00.000+02:002005-09-17T08:01:42.843+02:00

19:00 yesterday evening Young Secretary: ‘Old French Teacher is ill and I need you to call WhingeBag and tell her that she needs to teach [English to] OFT’s 8:20 class tomorrow.’ MrT: ‘No way.’ [I’m the class’ English teacher]YS: ‘What?’ [in a ‘how dare you not do what I say tone]MrT: ‘I don’t handle scheduling, the office does. I’m not going to call a teacher that doesn’t have to work til

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1126150804861972342005-09-08T05:40:00.000+02:002005-09-08T05:40:04.896+02:00

A conversation was going on between Pompous Ponce, New Girl and Old French Teacher in the teachers’ room, and they asked him why his decision on a matter that the three of them are involved in should be the final one (I’m not involved in the situation at all). Here’s how ended it:PP: ‘My decision is final because [pointing at NG] you’re new, [pointing at OFT] you’re French and I’m important.’ [

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1125976402754521092005-09-06T05:13:00.000+02:002005-09-06T05:13:22.790+02:00

During a staff meeting yesterday, Pompous Ponce called me 'the best teacher in the school.' It's not like him to compliment anyone other than himself. I wonder what he's got up his sleeve?

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1125639080743533222005-09-02T07:31:00.000+02:002005-09-02T07:31:20.783+02:00

We have another New Girl. She's from the Sheffield area and has never taught English before, but has taught two other languages. This could get interesting.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1125418487400985742005-08-30T18:14:00.000+02:002005-08-30T18:14:47.443+02:00

Mr HR Mommy and Big Brother on the addition to their family. Pop over and leave them a few kind words if you have a minute.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1124377930214334482005-08-18T17:12:00.000+02:002005-08-18T17:15:10.986+02:00

An adult (female) student came up to Smileroid today and asked (in all seriousness), 'What's a cunt?' What did he do? He said he explained it in a diplomatic way.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1124173779474781432005-08-16T08:29:00.000+02:002005-08-16T08:29:39.513+02:00

I walked into work yesterday and Old Secretary asked me if I could email my timesheet to the school's email address. I told her that I emailed it a while back and she said that Secretary from Hell (on hols) had told her it had arrived, but OS couldn’t find it in my email. No problem, I emailed it again when I went home for lunch.A few hours later, I asked Young Secretary if it had been received

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1123732327493579622005-08-11T05:52:00.000+02:002005-08-11T05:53:14.083+02:00

Schedule a doctor’s appointment to have stitches removed during your 1-½ hour break between your afternoon and evening classes, and after he says, ‘Are you sure you’ll be back to teach your evening classes?’ reply, ‘Perhaps.’

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1123644807577721612005-08-10T05:33:00.000+02:002005-08-10T05:46:36.500+02:00

Our school uses a web based email that all three of the secretaries have access to. Despite being told about it and shown how to do it, Old Secretary has no idea that she can access it from her computer (all the office computers have internet access). She constantly runs over to Young Secretary’s computer to send an email.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1123580328158782892005-08-09T11:38:00.000+02:002005-08-09T11:43:33.620+02:00

Right, I’m back to work this week and what’s the first thing I come across? You’ve guessed it, a scheduling conflict. It appears that my 15h class had been forgotten about when they made the schedule, and I’ve been scheduled a completely different 14h30 – 16h class instead. I was nice enough to point this out, and it’s been entertaining watching them scramble around in search of a teacher for the

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1122951741041990042005-08-02T05:02:00.000+02:002005-08-02T05:17:54.460+02:00

After a doctor’s appointment last Monday, I returned to the school and told Bossman that I needed the following Tuesday (today) off for medical reasons. He said I could have the time off and would rework the schedule to accommodate that. I reminded him again on both Thursday and Friday of last week, foolishly thinking that something would actually be done. I arrived at work yesterday and found

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1122891459268456382005-08-01T12:17:00.000+02:002005-08-01T12:21:56.460+02:00

I teach most of the high level classes at our school, and that requires making lots of extra exams, quizzes, etc. It’s a lot of work, but I totally love teaching advanced levels. A few weeks ago, Smileroid asked me if he could have a copy of one of my exams so that he could use part of it for one of his classes. His classes are in the lower and middle level ranges so he most likely wouldn't be

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1122451737309697632005-07-27T10:08:00.000+02:002005-07-27T10:08:57.310+02:00

Smileroid and I are sharing an intensive course the next few weeks, alternating each day. After comparing schedules last Friday, it turned out that we were both scheduled to teach it this Friday in the computer’s scheduling system (an Excel sheet), but on the roster neither of us were scheduled to teach it that day. I asked Secretary from Hell about it and she said that it was Old Secretary’s

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1122368314376150562005-07-26T10:58:00.000+02:002005-07-27T10:07:33.310+02:00

I walked into class P last Thursday and the students informed me that they only had two lessons on Friday. Thinking that was odd because they usually have three, I decided to probe a bit. I asked them which lessons they had and they told me. My lesson was not on their list, but I had been asked on Wednesday by Bossman to substitute for another teacher on Friday. I then inquired as to who had told

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1121948737600183372005-07-21T14:25:00.000+02:002005-07-21T14:27:14.593+02:00

Yesterday, Fun Colleague called in ill for today so that the office would have plenty of time to find substitutes for her classes. A couple of them were redistributed to other teachers, and I escaped being asked. However, this morning Bossman asked me to teach her first evening class and told me I was his last resort and that there was nobody else available to do it. Today was my short day (only

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1121746585803244512005-07-19T06:16:00.000+02:002005-07-19T06:16:25.853+02:00

however, 'life' has been happening. 'Normal' service will resume later this week.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1120767160854977252005-07-07T22:12:00.000+02:002005-07-07T22:14:54.900+02:00

Regarding the happenings in London today, there's nothing I can say that hasn't been said. My deepest sympathy goes out to those who have lost loved ones in a city that is very dear to my heart.Thankfully, my loved ones are safe.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1120630484105308742005-07-06T08:14:00.000+02:002005-07-06T13:22:48.220+02:00

I engaged Pompous Ponce in a short political conversation yesterday evening on something we don't quite see eye to eye on (the subject is not important), and it turned out quite differently than he had expected.(towards the end of the conversation)PP: 'I don't know why you started this conversation.'MrT: 'If you listened to me, you'd find out that I agree with you'.PP: 'Then why are we arguing?'

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1120502573919722282005-07-04T20:42:00.000+02:002005-07-08T21:41:18.516+02:00

I've just discovered that my blog has (briefly) been mentioned in the Socialist Review! Welcome to any readers who happen to come across it from that website.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1119927020227707392005-06-28T04:50:00.000+02:002005-06-28T05:42:39.656+02:00

Our school has three cars for teachers to use for incompany classes. Every Monday, we have to sort out who will use which car and when due to the fact that four of us need cars early in the morning and none of us go to the same place. I usually take care of that even though it’s Young Secretary’s job. However, a while back YS put out a memo saying that teachers are to get permission from the

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1119355004251217202005-06-21T13:56:00.000+02:002005-06-22T08:19:41.073+02:00

Our schedules are a bit wonky right now due to exams taking place and it turns out that I only have one class on Friday, an incompany class, meaning that I don’t have to go to the school at all. Two others, Fun Colleague and Clown, also don’t have to go to the school that day. Great! Not wanting his staff to be in too high spirits, what does Bossman do? He schedules a bloody mandatory department

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1119163957172669842005-06-19T08:52:00.000+02:002005-06-21T16:19:48.033+02:00

Due to 'comment spam', I've changed to Blogger comments. While I do prefer Haloscan, it doesn't provide a way for bloggers to protect themselves from things like the above-mentioned spam. However, Blogger comments (when on the 'Only Registered Users' setting) make people be a bit more responsible for their their posts and save me the time of having to clean up the Haloscan comments. I apologise

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1119010842425227882005-06-17T14:20:00.000+02:002005-06-17T14:21:26.970+02:00

Sitting in the office on a break:Young Secretary: 'Look, someone's got a photo radar speeding ticket.'* MrT and Pompous Ponce look at it *MrT: 'Who is it?'YS: 'It's WhingeBag.'MrT: 'That doesn't look anything like her.'PP: 'It's because her mouth is closed.'Laughter.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1118823131315862932005-06-15T10:12:00.000+02:002005-06-15T10:12:11.390+02:00

I had a slight explosion at the idiocy last week and said a few things to Bossman that I probably shouldn't have. He's been at meetings ever since then (I'm positive that his absence has nothing to do with last week) and today is the first day I have to see him since then. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit nervous.

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1118776481108838572005-06-14T21:14:00.000+02:002005-06-14T21:23:15.916+02:00

For International Webloggers’ Day, I though I’d briefly explore the phenomena of the Anonymous Work Blogger. Who are these people and why do they blog?Anonymous Work Bloggers are all around you. The chap sitting in the cubicle next to you at work, the lady in the shop down the street, the nurse you take your child to see, the landlord of your local, the vet who treats your cat and other people

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1118288385545475902005-06-09T05:39:00.000+02:002005-06-09T05:40:46.723+02:00

I needed yesterday morning off for personal reasons and WhingeBag substituted for me for two classes. Frankly, both were disasters even though I had spoken to her on Tuesday and had given her lesson plans with specific instructions on what she needed to do and photocopy for each class. When I got to work on Wednesday afternoon, Bossman asked me where the answers to the practice exam I had left

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1118197966033088782005-06-08T04:32:00.000+02:002005-06-08T06:05:41.240+02:00

Among the things that happened yesterday was the cancellation of a teachers’ meeting that I didn’t find out about until I arrived back at work in the evening for it. Bossman had cancelled it shortly after I had left on an afternoon break and didn’t even have the courtesy to attempt to call/SMS/email me to let me know (Clown was in the same situation). A bit irritated, I then went to the teachers’

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New Girl has officially been renamed WhingeBag. DaftBint was my second choice, but she whinges more than she is daft. Several things fell apart at work at just about the same time today, but I don't have time to blog about them now and might not have time until the weekend (exam season is in full swing).

MrTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966603904348724116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029538.post-1117784636708061002005-06-03T09:43:00.000+02:002005-06-03T09:47:44.603+02:00

Conversation in the office yesterday:New Girl: ‘My company K class didn’t show up on Tuesday.’Bossman: ‘They sent an email at 11:00 saying that they couldn’t attend class.’NG: ‘AT 11:00? AND I WASN’T TOLD ABOUT IT?’ [Her class is at 15:00]BM: ‘We didn’t get it til 16:00.’NG: 'Oh.'BM managed to get around NG, but what he really meant was that in the five hour period between the message being sent

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At the end of a chat I was having with Bossman yesterday, he said to me, ‘Please be nicer to the office.’ I let out slight chuckle as ‘What?’ came out of my mouth. He then told me that he had had a complaint about me from the office. I informed him that I knew who it was and that it had to do with photocopies. He asked who I thought it was and then confirmed my suspicions that it was Secretary

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