Post by oh oooh on Aug 10, 2022 13:05:38 GMT
I think we're all facing some difficulties right now - might be a good idea to spill 'em out here, get some support, maybe. Group hug, if you like.
I'm a bit stressed at the mo due to several things. Not sure about work from September. My galivanting during the first six months of the year has left me pretty skint - of course I'm not expecting any sympathy for that - so I need to sort out an income for when this pre-sessional finishes in two weeks. But there's nothing much going apart from bits of online teaching, which is badly paid and not especially interesting. I only recently realised that Brexit has well and truly fucked my chances of ever working abroad again, so realistically any teaching work I do in future will have to be either online, or in Whitehaven. Not a pleasant thought.
The most recent Airbnb guest, as I said elsewhere, caused me a fair bit of anxiety. I'm hoping he doesn't leave me a public review after his private complaint, because that would result in a loss of income there too. I've been communicating with the 'resolution team' for a couple of days now, and...well, suffice to say it's all bullshit. I owe him a full refund, they're keeping this whole episode on record, and, oh, ' thanks for being such a wonderful host' etc. etc.
Work's difficult right now 'cos we're at the stage where teaching turns to assessment, so for the last two weeks of this course there's a shitload of marking to do. There's been a distinct change in the students' moods - they're quiet and tired, and I have to make great efforts to be kind, patient, encouraging. They're great, but it's hard work. I was observed this morning and I was all over the shop, due partly to lack of sleep (floorboards creaking all night, the fella to one side of me crashing in at half midnight and the weirdo on the other side up and about at 6.15 am). So soon I have to sit through a post-observation fucking ritual where this fella will go through every stage of the lesson in detail and tell me where I went wrong and I'll attempt to defend myself. Or not. Great fun.
And I miss my Mam, still. Especially at times like these. She was the best person to talk to.
You?
I'm a bit stressed at the mo due to several things. Not sure about work from September. My galivanting during the first six months of the year has left me pretty skint - of course I'm not expecting any sympathy for that - so I need to sort out an income for when this pre-sessional finishes in two weeks. But there's nothing much going apart from bits of online teaching, which is badly paid and not especially interesting. I only recently realised that Brexit has well and truly fucked my chances of ever working abroad again, so realistically any teaching work I do in future will have to be either online, or in Whitehaven. Not a pleasant thought.
The most recent Airbnb guest, as I said elsewhere, caused me a fair bit of anxiety. I'm hoping he doesn't leave me a public review after his private complaint, because that would result in a loss of income there too. I've been communicating with the 'resolution team' for a couple of days now, and...well, suffice to say it's all bullshit. I owe him a full refund, they're keeping this whole episode on record, and, oh, ' thanks for being such a wonderful host' etc. etc.
Work's difficult right now 'cos we're at the stage where teaching turns to assessment, so for the last two weeks of this course there's a shitload of marking to do. There's been a distinct change in the students' moods - they're quiet and tired, and I have to make great efforts to be kind, patient, encouraging. They're great, but it's hard work. I was observed this morning and I was all over the shop, due partly to lack of sleep (floorboards creaking all night, the fella to one side of me crashing in at half midnight and the weirdo on the other side up and about at 6.15 am). So soon I have to sit through a post-observation fucking ritual where this fella will go through every stage of the lesson in detail and tell me where I went wrong and I'll attempt to defend myself. Or not. Great fun.
And I miss my Mam, still. Especially at times like these. She was the best person to talk to.
You?