I quit my job. Today was my last day and I am very happy about it.
The number one reason I quit was the commute. If I wanted to get to work on time I’d have to leave about an hour and a half ahead of time. And this usually got me there just in time. My average drive home in the evening was about an hour but a few times, due to lane closures or accidents, it took me over two hours to get home. A few weeks ago it was a particularly bad commute week and I added up my commute hours. Even working part-time, I spent over 11 hours that week just driving to and from work. That’s a lot of wasted hours. If I loved the job, if it paid really well, if it was my career, then I might be welling to overlook the terrible commute. But none of those things were the case.
I couldn’t stand the uniforms and there were a lot of other reasons why I didn’t like the job but I don’t want to talk shit about a work place, especially because I absolutely LOVE the owner of that center, so I’ll just say I’m happy I’m not making that drive anymore and leave it at that.
I found a little early childcare center that is just down the street from here. It’s less than a five-minute drive and I can walk there in under fifteen minutes when the mood strikes me. They aren’t hiring for any permanent positions at the moment but I’ll be relieving (subbing) for the entire month of March and the director says I will have lots of work after that. The center is really pretty, it’s an old house with high ceilings and wood-paneled walls and floors and there are 43 total children and six teachers as opposed to the other center where in our classroom alone there were 40 children and three teachers. And…no uniforms!!!!
The head teacher at this new center wrote down a list of other centers in my area where I should drop off my resume. She said if I do this, then I should have more relieving jobs than I can accept before long. I have the next two days off and I plan on spending the better part of tomorrow afternoon driving around dropping off my resume to different centers.
I also finally decided to get my Texas teaching qualifications assessed here so that I’m (hopefully) no longer considered an unqualified teacher by NZ standards. I still don’t think I want to have a career as a teacher, but having that qualification is a good fall-back.
Anyway….this morning I was on my morning tea break and a teacher from another classroom at the center came in and said to me conspiratorially, “Leah, I heard [ ] was almost two hours late getting to your classroom this morning. What happened?” She was leaning in towards me as if I was about to tell her something juicy but I just looked at her and shrugged and said, “I didn’t even know she was late. Honestly, I don’t really care, it’s not my business.” I didn’t mean for it to, but my response probably came off a bit rude. I was just kind of surprised and slightly taken aback by the supreme nosiness of the question. And the truth is, I didn’t know anything about the other teacher being late, nor did I care.
The more I think about it, this nosy busy-body really needs to find some more interesting subject matter. If I was a big gossip and and this chick and I were talking and she said, “Did you know so-and-so was two hours late to work because the Harbour Bridge had a lane closure?” I’d be like, “Girl, you really need to step up your gossip game.” If I was a gossip I’d want to be hearing about who was addicted to pain-killers or……I don’t know, something INTERESTING. Who gossips about morning commutes?!
Tom is home in less than two weeks.
I have to wean myself off of my bachelorette routines and behaviors.