Hamster Overload
It is 5 in the morning and I can't sleep. I woke up over an hour ago. You are probably just getting to work. My stomach is bothering me and I don't know why. Jack in the Box? Chocolate cake? French fries? My throat hurts too. I hope it is just a temporary discomfort. Juice will be on the menu tomorrow. Ugh.
Anyway, today (as in yesterday) has been a whole bunch of proverbial fires springing up and me rushing to put them out or figure out how to put them out or how they started. Most of it has to do with the film festival, but my job situation also blew up in a matter of hours and I can't stop thinking about it now.
So one of the teachers I work with is having some medical issues that require immediate major surgery. It's pretty serious. One of those situations where it's a worse case scenario but a good prognosis for recovery. Crazy. Anyway, this guy teaches (by my latest count) at 3 different schools, all of which I have taught at, or currently teach. And he and I teach similar classes. Two of the three schools have already contacted me to take over his classes. Guess which one didn't? Hmm...maybe the one where I already teach and nearly filed a work grievance on the basis of not being offered work I was qualified and available to do? Yep, that would be the one. And the bitch is that I can't do the classes at the other two schools because of my other commitments (it would require a complete revision of my schedule), but at this school, none of his classes conflict with my schedule. How does this happen? I think I'm quickly learning what it means to be blacklisted, although I can't for the life of me figure out why it's happened. Adding insult to injury, I know for a fact that another teacher was tapped to teach at least one of these 3 classes, and he openly and ardently admitted to me that he is not even a little bit qualified to teach any of them. I actually have experience with these classes AND my original contract was never filled at the beginning of the semester because of "budget cuts". This other teacher humorously told me "My idea of World Cinema is National Lampoon's European Vacation. I'd be teaching the cartoon version of that class."
So needless to say, I have a bunch of strongly worded letters and phone calls to make tomorrow (today) and the hamster in my brain is going at warp speed in her little wheel. I'm guessing that is why my stomach is so messed up right now and the sleeping thing isn't working out.
No new developments with the boy. I think I'm going to leave the ball in his court and see what he does. If he wants me, he'll call, and if he doesn't, he won't. Either way I'll have some idea as to what he might be thinking. You know what they say about actions. I've already started envisioning my life without him again. Plus it looks like I'm about to have bigger and more important things on my mind.
I'm supposedly shooting a film this weekend. I'm not sure because my cinematographer has been incommunicado about a bunch of things, and so has the film commission (the people who gives us permits so we don't get arrested for things like trespassing). I'm getting stressed and bummed about it. I thought I was simplifying, but perhaps we can never really do that and still manage to do new things at the same time. Goals are proving to be a double edged sword it seems. Ca va.
Anyway, I hope you are well. It has been fricking freezing here lately and I'm sick of it. I moved here to get away from cold weather. At least "winter" is almost over. My guess is that in another week or so I'll be able to wear shorts again. I can't wait. It's hard to look fabulous and sexy when you're bundled up.
Now get to work, slacker.
Anyway, today (as in yesterday) has been a whole bunch of proverbial fires springing up and me rushing to put them out or figure out how to put them out or how they started. Most of it has to do with the film festival, but my job situation also blew up in a matter of hours and I can't stop thinking about it now.
So one of the teachers I work with is having some medical issues that require immediate major surgery. It's pretty serious. One of those situations where it's a worse case scenario but a good prognosis for recovery. Crazy. Anyway, this guy teaches (by my latest count) at 3 different schools, all of which I have taught at, or currently teach. And he and I teach similar classes. Two of the three schools have already contacted me to take over his classes. Guess which one didn't? Hmm...maybe the one where I already teach and nearly filed a work grievance on the basis of not being offered work I was qualified and available to do? Yep, that would be the one. And the bitch is that I can't do the classes at the other two schools because of my other commitments (it would require a complete revision of my schedule), but at this school, none of his classes conflict with my schedule. How does this happen? I think I'm quickly learning what it means to be blacklisted, although I can't for the life of me figure out why it's happened. Adding insult to injury, I know for a fact that another teacher was tapped to teach at least one of these 3 classes, and he openly and ardently admitted to me that he is not even a little bit qualified to teach any of them. I actually have experience with these classes AND my original contract was never filled at the beginning of the semester because of "budget cuts". This other teacher humorously told me "My idea of World Cinema is National Lampoon's European Vacation. I'd be teaching the cartoon version of that class."
So needless to say, I have a bunch of strongly worded letters and phone calls to make tomorrow (today) and the hamster in my brain is going at warp speed in her little wheel. I'm guessing that is why my stomach is so messed up right now and the sleeping thing isn't working out.
No new developments with the boy. I think I'm going to leave the ball in his court and see what he does. If he wants me, he'll call, and if he doesn't, he won't. Either way I'll have some idea as to what he might be thinking. You know what they say about actions. I've already started envisioning my life without him again. Plus it looks like I'm about to have bigger and more important things on my mind.
I'm supposedly shooting a film this weekend. I'm not sure because my cinematographer has been incommunicado about a bunch of things, and so has the film commission (the people who gives us permits so we don't get arrested for things like trespassing). I'm getting stressed and bummed about it. I thought I was simplifying, but perhaps we can never really do that and still manage to do new things at the same time. Goals are proving to be a double edged sword it seems. Ca va.
Anyway, I hope you are well. It has been fricking freezing here lately and I'm sick of it. I moved here to get away from cold weather. At least "winter" is almost over. My guess is that in another week or so I'll be able to wear shorts again. I can't wait. It's hard to look fabulous and sexy when you're bundled up.
Now get to work, slacker.
posted by Ocean | 5:21 AM
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