Thursday, March 30, 2006

Is it me,

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.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Reading lessons needed

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 looking forward to my return the following day (one student in each of my classes has my email address in case of emergency). I was quite surprised, and then emailed her saying that I wouldn't be in that day, but the following one. It turns out that SfH hadn't marked me out for the proper length of time, despite the fact that it was clearly stated on the excuse.

After discovering that, I thought about not contacting the school out of spite, but that's wouldn't have been fair to my students. I sent Bossman a carefully worded email about the date of my return.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Should be back soon

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

Monday, March 13, 2006

Hey geeks

and other knowledgeable people

When 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 was a new user. I know that the old data is still on my computer somewhere due to the amount of space available on the hard drive, but can't access it (which is rather inconvenient).

Can anybody help? My computer was fine when I went to bed yesterday evening.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

The daftness never ends

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 our office and told them that he would be talking a type of language course that our school doesn’t offer and needed to move his classes. After being interrogated (which involved more lying on his part), it was grudgingly agreed to IF the students had no problem with moving to a different day of the week. He got one class moved, but the second one wouldn’t budge. He was then told that he would have no choice but to teach it.

SR and I are mates, so he confided this in me and I told him that lying about it was a completely daft idea and that he was playing with fire (and also that I would keep it only between us). He ignored my warnings and stuck to his story.

In the meantime, Bossman went to work. He was surprised that our town would have the type of language course that SR had said he’d be taking, and called over and talked to the director of the school. Unbeknownst to SR, BM and Director of School knew each other and had worked on a few projects together in the past. DoS informed BM that they didn’t offer that type of class and SR was going to be a teacher there.

Of course, BM wasn’t happy. Why should a teacher that he had brought to the-country-that-won’t-be-named work for another school when there was work for him at ours? However, his demeanor doesn’t let him confront people and express things like that, so he kept it to himself. Bosswoman, on the other hand, went ballistic and a written warning was soon produced.

SR + Written warning = even more whinging and an incredibly pissed of SR (at everything and everyone) who doesn’t see how what he did was wrong.

How much longer to holiday?