I wish I could afford to quit this job. Because I feel no enthusiasm for teaching at this school at all. Little camaraderie, a program I don't really support, a sub teacher coworker whom I have to think for, a green, hypochondriac ocd teacher coming back in a few weeks with a brand new baby, 27 wild kindergarteners, and a messy bureaucracy above it all. It just feels like way too much trouble for me. I don't enjoy it, and it feels too much like I'm just putting in hours here. I try to figure out what it was that helped me to love and relish my job, all those years ago. I'm thinking it was the freedom to be creative, and the opportunity to work with supportive, friendly people.
Right now, I don't really have those things in any generous amount, and I feel my work situation sucking the life right out of me.
That, and the shortening days are causing me to want to go right to bed.
I hate it when I go depressive...I feel like this weekend, with its tryptophan overdose and out-of-town guests isn't going to provide the rejuvenation I crave, either.
So it's back to sleep for me.
2 comments:
I'm sorry work has been such a pill lately. Hope the Noro color changes are making you happy! Or maybe you'll have to try nude dog agility training with Pisco sours as a last resort.
I'm sorry you're having such a rough time. I hope the Rosedale can offer some cheer.
I started using some of the yarn I got from you in trade. I can't thank you enough for the cheer you've brought me.
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