My mom: Your job is threatening your relationship.
Irenie: I think it's threatening your SANITY which threatens your relationship!
Yep, that puts it into a nice, neat, crazy nutshell.
And what am I going to do about it? And what really is making me crazy?
It's a combination of the following...please stick with me, folks:
*Working such slightly unpredictable weekends (including the Saturday after Thanksgiving, which, in addition to being a holiday, is my birthday weekend and also part of the week that WG has mentioned me coming back to the OK corral with him)
*I'm tired of having to be adept at working with so many age groups.
Okay,who am I kidding? It's really the weekends. If this was a regular 8-5, Monday through Friday job, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
Yesterday was my first day back after being off for five days (counting the weekend), and I didn't want to be here. I came in from the parking lot just not wanting to do it one more day.
The weekend before, in one of our serious conversations at the beach, I told WG of my realization that I hate my schedule but love the teaching aspect of my job. He asked me what I was going to do about this problem. I told him what I'll tell you. I don't know. I'm such a whiner that I don't know if anything will actually solve the problem.
I was so excited way back when I interviewed for and got this position, but I was clueless and had no concept of the damage working weekends would do to my social life. I was also completely and utterly single (well, I was dating, but not seriously, and I had total control over my schedule).
So, other than whine to my family, my friends and the Internet at large, what do I do? Do I pursue that whole teaching thing?
What do I say if I end up leaving for three months in the Spring to
I guess what all this means is that I'm halfway through the whining phase and on my way to doing something about my little situation.