I've been to hell and back.
These 2 days were hellish. Oh gods, I need chocolates to get over the traumatic experience.
So, I got my first pay check. Cold, hard cash, literally. $464, equalivent to about 92 hours of work. 92 hours wasted, 92 hours of my life. To see it in another way, 4 days, gone. If I see it this way, perhaps it's better.
Well, something is better than nothing. Even though that something is minimal. It's not much actually. $5 per hour is the minimal wage rate, dare I say. A start, but I won't linger.
Back to the main issue, there is supposed to be 2 markers for corrections and 2 markers for classwork worksheets. However, due to unforseen circumstances, there's only 1 marker for correction (me) and 1 marker for classwork (another girl) on Friday and Saturday.
What made me feel sorry for myself was I had to do what used to be 2 people's jobs. But, that's alright, if they compensate. Obviously they didn't, and it just made me raved all night. How stressful it was to do everything by myself!
And those ickle children don't make the job easier. Why can't they check their corrections and work before handing up? Sometimes, they had to hand in twice and three times before they did their corrections. Furthermore, some of them don't even do their corrections properly or forget to do their corrections. Gah! I had to use simplified words to speak to them on some occasions.
So, I thought today would be better. It's Saturday, and last month I had seen enough markers coming. But, no! What a horror for me. It's back to me marking corrections and the other girl marking classwork. I was shouting out my "evil" thoughts all day long that I reckon ghosts can hear them, well, Lynn Kurland's version of ghosties anyway. It's so unfair!
What made me madder was that I can't lie to save myself. Ha. What a big, fat joke! I finished all the work and was ready to make a run for it. I'm extremely hungry and cranky. Like the saying goes; "a hungry man is an angry man".
Who should stop me but my mouth and brainless mind. The instructor asked if I have time to stay back and do some more marking of homework. A clever person would say no, sorry, I've got something on. A person like me would say "Ermm, I'm not in a hurry to go home. I can stay and mark some." *Bangs head on desk*
I regretted it as soon as I said those "lucky" words. More mind shouting ensued. I made a run for it after 2 homework packs. It was about 30 minutes later.
No more mindless stuff!
There are times when I wonder if the decision I made justify the ends. *Sighs* I wanted to make a trip to Florida, USA in 2011, preferably with my own money. The way to achieve that is to work, of course. I told myself it will be worth it. However, I wonder if I can hang in there. If I don't go mad, my blood pressure will rise anyway.
"Mens agitat molem"- Mind moves matter. Another great saying. If I have the willpower, I can get the needed cash and enjoy myself. No matter the obstacles. It's sounds good, theoretically. Practical? I don't think so.
Enough ranting for now.
