Chris Rea's Rhea Career in Korea
Consonant reader,
Next week I begin work. Proper work. Not work of the unpaid kind. Not 'smile-through-it' but-don't get-paid' work. Not any kind of voluntary work in any way, in any shape and certainly in no friggin' form. I, Bonobo, qualified teacher (O praise be) will finally be working for a wage.
Just say it. Go on, say it. Say the word 'wage'. Go on. Wage. W-A-G-E. Even sounds nice doesn't it? So, finally it comes to pass I will be rewarded for my efforts. And yes I will get paid.
Unfortunately, as if to shit on my lovely parade and piss on my bowl of Golden Grahams, there is a catch. The whole 'being paid' thing, the signing of the contracts, the filling out of your payment details into the relevant boxes (Account number- oof yummy, sort code- mmm, bring it on!) have not yet been finalised. With some jobs, the schools want you badly enough that they will spring the contract on you there and then, on the day of the interview. With me, I suppose because I'd already been there as a student, they knew I wasn't going anywhere else and so haven't really pushed the whole 'Lets make sure Bonobo gets paid straightaway' thang.
So, I am getting paid for this gig next week, but just not... instantly. I might have to wait another flucking season before I can see my rewards.
*SIGHS*
This means as well as soon as schools ends, I'm going to have to find a summer job, painting yachts or mowing lawns or taking cats for walks or combing trees or sweeping streets or delivering milk or (hang on, thats a milkman, right?) cleaning bowling balls. Any one of these jobs could be my domain pretty soon. Who knows, I might like it so much, I may keep at it and throw this teaching malarkey in the bin!
Doubt it though.
B x.
(P.S. The blog title just sounded funny when read back- but has little if absolutely no relevance to anything listed above.)
Next week I begin work. Proper work. Not work of the unpaid kind. Not 'smile-through-it' but-don't get-paid' work. Not any kind of voluntary work in any way, in any shape and certainly in no friggin' form. I, Bonobo, qualified teacher (O praise be) will finally be working for a wage.
Just say it. Go on, say it. Say the word 'wage'. Go on. Wage. W-A-G-E. Even sounds nice doesn't it? So, finally it comes to pass I will be rewarded for my efforts. And yes I will get paid.
Unfortunately, as if to shit on my lovely parade and piss on my bowl of Golden Grahams, there is a catch. The whole 'being paid' thing, the signing of the contracts, the filling out of your payment details into the relevant boxes (Account number- oof yummy, sort code- mmm, bring it on!) have not yet been finalised. With some jobs, the schools want you badly enough that they will spring the contract on you there and then, on the day of the interview. With me, I suppose because I'd already been there as a student, they knew I wasn't going anywhere else and so haven't really pushed the whole 'Lets make sure Bonobo gets paid straightaway' thang.
So, I am getting paid for this gig next week, but just not... instantly. I might have to wait another flucking season before I can see my rewards.
*SIGHS*
This means as well as soon as schools ends, I'm going to have to find a summer job, painting yachts or mowing lawns or taking cats for walks or combing trees or sweeping streets or delivering milk or (hang on, thats a milkman, right?) cleaning bowling balls. Any one of these jobs could be my domain pretty soon. Who knows, I might like it so much, I may keep at it and throw this teaching malarkey in the bin!
Doubt it though.
B x.
(P.S. The blog title just sounded funny when read back- but has little if absolutely no relevance to anything listed above.)