Bad sign when I'm super-cranky and I haven't even finished the A section of the LA Times yet.
1) I discovered today that if I wish to return to my morning in-class tutoring job next year, I'll have to re-interview and be re-hired. Why? Because then they can count me as a "new hire" and not have to give me a raise, as per university rules for workers who've been there for more than a year. I responded, "That's unethical," and was given the "we're a nonprofit, blah blah blah" speech. "I understand that it's a state college, not a corporation, but how many hundreds of thousands of dollars does the head of the university make per year? And they can't give an extra buck an hour for experienced tutors?" And they wonder why turnover is so high.
Moral: Nonprofits are bloodsucking corporations like any other; most of the good people are at the bottom of the org chart.
2) Waiting in the longest Big Lots line ever with an elderly cashier who moved slower than Snoop Dogg before he "quit" pot. Then the woman in front of me with a million items had to write a check. I saw her loading her car as I returned to my car, and her ride was a Jaguar. What is someone with a Jaguar doing at a closeout store?
3) On the way home, I made a left onto a local street as the green arrow (or was it yellow?) was turning to red. This beat slamming the brakes and having the car behind me rear-end me. However, I was soon greeted by the flash of the Culver City Traffic Light FascistCam that entrapped Rick (long story involving strobe lights) at that same intersection last year. Goddammit! That was *so* not my fault. I'm taking an unpaid day to fight this ticket in court, when it arrives in the mail in a few weeks, as it surely will.
4) Mr. B told his math class today that they are not allowed to do homework for other classes in his room, but that they *are* allowed to sleep if they feel like it.
Saving graces:
1) The boy I talked to about the importance of finding a way to do one's homework, regardless of what may or may not be going on personally or at home, has done his homework since. At least in the two classes where I see him.
2) My afternoon tutoring job finally seems to be getting off its ass about giving me a work schedule.
3) One of the winners of this year's $500,000 MacArthur grants owns a barbershop-turned-bookstore in Southern California and is an advocate for Latino literacy. No disrespect to all the science geniuses -- after all, I wouldn't mind Rick picking up half a mil for his work someday -- but it's nice to know that at least one guy who's devoted himself to making sure people get educated got a reward that's both karmic and monetary.
1) I discovered today that if I wish to return to my morning in-class tutoring job next year, I'll have to re-interview and be re-hired. Why? Because then they can count me as a "new hire" and not have to give me a raise, as per university rules for workers who've been there for more than a year. I responded, "That's unethical," and was given the "we're a nonprofit, blah blah blah" speech. "I understand that it's a state college, not a corporation, but how many hundreds of thousands of dollars does the head of the university make per year? And they can't give an extra buck an hour for experienced tutors?" And they wonder why turnover is so high.
Moral: Nonprofits are bloodsucking corporations like any other; most of the good people are at the bottom of the org chart.
2) Waiting in the longest Big Lots line ever with an elderly cashier who moved slower than Snoop Dogg before he "quit" pot. Then the woman in front of me with a million items had to write a check. I saw her loading her car as I returned to my car, and her ride was a Jaguar. What is someone with a Jaguar doing at a closeout store?
3) On the way home, I made a left onto a local street as the green arrow (or was it yellow?) was turning to red. This beat slamming the brakes and having the car behind me rear-end me. However, I was soon greeted by the flash of the Culver City Traffic Light FascistCam that entrapped Rick (long story involving strobe lights) at that same intersection last year. Goddammit! That was *so* not my fault. I'm taking an unpaid day to fight this ticket in court, when it arrives in the mail in a few weeks, as it surely will.
4) Mr. B told his math class today that they are not allowed to do homework for other classes in his room, but that they *are* allowed to sleep if they feel like it.
Saving graces:
1) The boy I talked to about the importance of finding a way to do one's homework, regardless of what may or may not be going on personally or at home, has done his homework since. At least in the two classes where I see him.
2) My afternoon tutoring job finally seems to be getting off its ass about giving me a work schedule.
3) One of the winners of this year's $500,000 MacArthur grants owns a barbershop-turned-bookstore in Southern California and is an advocate for Latino literacy. No disrespect to all the science geniuses -- after all, I wouldn't mind Rick picking up half a mil for his work someday -- but it's nice to know that at least one guy who's devoted himself to making sure people get educated got a reward that's both karmic and monetary.
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