Remember in my last post how I mentioned that Betty (*) and I had had to stay at school for a meeting? And then Fred got all mad because we were “late” picking them up, and that’s how we ended up Fred-free? Okay, well, here’s the story with that meeting.
I *was* a permanent teacher back in NS. But when we moved here, my permanence disappeared even though I’ve been working for, well, this is my 8th year. I fully expected that. What I didn’t expect was for the government to decide, starting in June this year, to make it all the more difficult for me (and Betty, and any other teacher who is “new” here) to ever become permanent. Like, the way they have things worded in this new contract we’re voting on next week, teachers who are already permanent will be getting more money, more leave time, etc. etc. etc… oh except they’re screwing the non-permanent teachers. Of course this contract is going to get voted in, because who doesn’t want more money? But, basically, sucks to be me.
If we had known this was going to happen, it’s very possible we wouldn’t have moved back here. No, that’s not true– we love it here, we probably would have anyway. But at least we’d have known this was coming up, and been able to plan accordingly. Meh.
Oh well. As long as I actually *have* a job next year (and that’s iffy, at this point, because of this contract– I’m serious, it’s all JACKED UP, I swear, Betty cried the whole way home today, and Rob has been listening to me whine all night), I’m happy. Fingers crossed folks!
(Oh, and if anyone wants to pay for, say, a Florida vacation, to help me get my mind off things? Feel free).