On Really Being A Disillusioned Bitch

It seems as if my anger knows no bounds, these days. I walk into the building now, and I seethe with it. It doesn't help when I go to my mailbox, and find a nice green form, requesting that I fill in all the details of my recent illness, to be discussed with the higher powers at the school here, and then sent of to the powers that be in Cambridgeshire County Council. It says its confidential, and that it's for payroll purposes. I scoffed at it, and threw it out. I don't get paid directly by the CCC, so they have no business prying into my affairs. They can go suck on it, for all I care.

I also got an e-mail detailing the 'Staff Training Day' on January 5th. There is something slotted in to 'discuss illness and sick leave'. Wow. Feels like yet another personal dig. Excuse me for being concerned about my health. I can't really dictate to my doctors, and the hospital that I had to visit twice, when it's convenient for ME to see THEM. They are doctors for Christs sake. They call the shots, and I gladly acquiesce. Ugh. I'm going to tune out for that part, and likely the entire day, of Training. It's bullshit, and we all know it.

Not to mention the fact that the Training day is, yet again, strictly departmental. This staff is so fragmented, it's not even funny. Since there is no staff room (yah, chew on that idea for awhile), its rare that I ever meet and mingle with other members of staff. If I didn't have friends in other departments, who I met through sheer determination to NOT be so lonely in September, then I'd never have a life outside school. It's like the higher powers frown upon staff socialization of any kind. English teachers talking with Maths teachers? Heaven forbid that. They might get crazy ideas, and overthrow us! Pffft. Stupid. Not sure what they hope to gain by keeping the staff so dismembered, but it certainly is a very noble effort.

There are plenty of people in this school that I don't know on a first name, or last name for that matter, basis. How horrible is that? These are people that work in the same building as me! Ridiculous.

Anyways, this entire post is just a basic reiteration of the fact that I am increasingly growing weary of this place. Again, I would like to point out that it is not necessarily the children that get me down (though in some cases, and classes, it is), but more the bureaucracy that exists in this school. And perhaps the country in general.

I can't wait for it to be a week today, and I can't wait to go back to a place where I fit in and feel normal.

I can't wait to be a Canadian amongst a sea of Canadians. Bring on those slow, flowing southwestern Ontario drawls (and cute southwestern Ontario boys). I'm ready for you.