*Look away Constance.
I want to quit my job.
I want to quit my job so bad it hurts.
I have visions of how I would do it. Maybe ice some cupcakes that say "I can't do this anymore. ever" or "it's not worth it to me".
When I think about having to work eight hour days and then go to school at night, I want to puke.
See, here's why.
1) I'm ridiculously underpaid. Seriously. I'm 7 quarters away from my freaking teacher certification AND my endorsement in special education (focusing on AUTISM!) and my fresh out of high school coworkers make more than I do.
2) My opinions, ideas and concerns are disregarded by 95% of my coworkers. I try my damn hardest to fake that this doesn't bother me. But it completely does.
3) I am eternally holding someone's hand. ETERNALLY. When someone complains because they don't like their hours, they come to me to bitch, when someone can't decide if we should play in the gym instead of outside, it's me they come to. For the love of Justin Timberlake, make decisions on your own, do YOUR job. Stop relying on your ass kissing abilities and DO YOUR JOB.
I can't give everything 100% anymore and it's so hard to give something even 90% when I just don't feel like it deserves it.
This is the point where you tell me to shut my mouth and suck it up. Make enough to pay off the credit cards I had to run up to pay for Summer quarter and deal with it. That in the end, in 7 short quarters, I will be a real teacher and have a classroom of my own and not have to look back.
Tell me it's worth it.
p.s. I just tried to pay my tutition online and they want a $72 fee to pay by credit card. I'm done with everyone. ugghh.