Monday, October 10, 2005

busy


to say the least, I've been busy. so busy, in fact that I'm teaching over 25 hours a week and if this keeps up I will be in violation of the new contracts. Kevin has the same problem. the school is going bonkers. the new contracts were, in part, created because the NOVA teaching union raised a fuss and now, if foriegn workers are full time, we must pay into the pension program. now no one is happy about that (except the NOVA union, I suppose) so I am now technically only working part time. not supposed to work more that 29.5 hours a week. not supposed to teach for more than 25. its all bullshit and causing a lot of problems. I currently getting to school at least an hour early and staying at least an hour late so that I can prepare for all these classes and do all the paperwork.

the best that could come of all this would be that head office could realize that KM needs me full time. and I could work just one place. that would be lovely... but I'm not holding my breath. I've been thinking more and more about what I want to do next and no longer feel so caught up in the details of the current situation. more thoughts will come in following posts. but I'm not currently feeling like I need stay. I'm feeling like I should keep moving. I'm feeling and thinking a lot recently.

things are going well, but damn busy. so the gray spots are classes I teach at KM, the yellow is a teachers meeting, and the pink are classes I teach at Shnnme. I tried to add some info to the spots but I think it's too fuzzy to see. sorry.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

this post is brought to you by douglas adams



perhaps it's time for some real skewed snapshots. thanks to my little phone I can be totally sly about taking pictures of my commute. this partiular guy amused me with his 15 intent yet subtle nose pick, examine, repeat routine. in combination with high water pants hemmed with saftey pins, I was amused for a good half of my commute.

it took so long before I sat down and bought and read 'hitchhikers guide to the galaxy' but I read it way too fast. over in a week and now I sit watching strange men in high water pants pick their nose.

but what is the answer, you foolishly ask, "42."
but what is the question then, you foolishly ponder.
"how many roads must a man walk down" you gaullibly consider.