Okay that’s enough now thank you

oyster+man_b7dd60_4657736So I’ve been sick since… Friday night?  Saturday morning?  Hell, I can barely even remember anymore.  I’d tell you what was wrong but it doesn’t seem to be able to settle on anything, so take your pick: aches and pains, eye-popping migraine-style headaches, chills, sweats, intestinal/digestive stuff, sore throat, coughing, heart racing, out of breath, but like never more than two or three of those at the same time.  I missed work at my other job Saturday night because it felt like my eyes were trying to leap out of my head and missed this morning just because of generalized suck.  I have no sick days left and may be out tomorrow anyway.  I don’t know what the hell’s going on but for once I’m going to actually make a doctor’s appointment; this shit has gone on long enough.

(My wife thinks, and I think I agree, that it’s entirely stress-related, and that I’ve been having mini panic attacks, thus the occasional out-of-breath moments.  Which means that they’ll probably want to prescribe some sort of anti-anxiety medicine, which will take more time to kick in than there are days left in school.  So… not gonna do that.)

I had a phone interview today.  This should be a “Yay!” moment; I’m not expecting to secure a new job until fairly late in the summer, so even getting a phone call at this early stage is rather surprising.  More surprising?  It was with District Four.  The interview was supposed to be on Friday afternoon initially and ended up getting rescheduled because some sort of hell broke loose at school; it was moved to today at 3:45.  Which meant that I had to do a phone interview sick and in the “out of breath and heart hammering” stage of the illness.  And in the fine tradition of District Four, it was standardized.  The principal asked me several scripted questions involving hypothetical situations with kids who aren’t real, which makes the questions, at least for me, almost entirely unanswerable.  I mean, hell, I said something, but… meh.  The principal even had to inform me that he was unable to clarify or provide additional details on any of the questions, and at least once I could have used some clarification.  Plus the whole thing was recorded and on speakerphone, adding that last little bit of alienation and distance to the conversation.

This is no fucking way to hire people, by the way.  Watch; District Four is going to end up offering me a job after doing nothing right during the hiring process.  I know nothing about this guy or his building; he knows nothing about me.  Blech.

I’ve got another book review coming but I think this is all I can handle today.  Maybe I’ll go to work tomorrow and maybe I won’t; we’ll see.  I’d like my body back to normal now, please.

In which shut up I hate you

UnknownThis was originally supposed to be a post about how technology has made applying for teaching positions in multiple school districts a surprisingly simple and pain-free process; it’s still partially about that, I guess.  Have you guys heard of Applitrack?  Is that an education-only thing or has it spread to other HR departments in other fields?  Long story short: I’ve applied for jobs in four different districts as of this evening.  The first application took me forever to get finished because of all the stuff I had to track down and then enter into their system– like, literally, a couple of weeks in three or four sittings– but because all of these schools share the same architecture I can just import my application from one district to another, with only a few specific things that don’t move over or unique stuff for each district that I have to fill out, which means that while it took weeks to get the application for District 1 done, I finished my apps for both District 3 and District 4 tonight.

HNG04District Four, though… mang, fuck District Four.   District Four wasn’t satisfied with the questions the other districts had, adding a half-hour goddamn multiple choice personality test that they insisted be completed in one sitting, with timed “just give your first reaction!” types of questions where the answer to every single fucking question is going to begin with the words “it depends on…”

hate hypothetical teaching questions, guys.  There are a million billion kajillion factors that go into even the tiniest goddamn decision that I make at my job, and giving me half-assed hypotheticals and making me choose one of four (when the answer could just as easily be “none of the above” or even fuckin’ “all of the above) answers on a ticking 35-second timer is just making me think I probably don’t want to work for your district after all and you can take your damn fishhooks and shove ’em up your ass.

(Don’t worry about it if you don’t get the reference, but you really should have read Hunger Games by now.)

Anyway.

The personality test wasn’t their worst sin, though.  One of the other things I have to do with these applications is upload a bunch of files to each of them– a cover letter, a resume, recommendation letters, transcripts, etc.  I’ve already pulled down all of these files for the District One application so I’ve got them all in my “Applying for Stuff” folder in my Dropbox and uploading them is a snap.  Except these fuckers want my Praxis scores for some goddamn reason.

You have gotta be fucking kidding me.  Because ETS, the company that runs the Praxis test, is the scum of the goddamn Earth and I would rather be living in a cardboard box under a bridge next year than have to give them any more of my money. ($40!  For my own fucking scores for a test that cost two hundred fucking dollars!  And they think it’s okay to make you wait ten fucking business days to email you a digital file.  I hate ETS more than any company on Earth, people.  They are vermin.)

The other thing?  You know I’ve passed these goddamn tests already.  How do you know that?  I’m a licensed teacher and I actually have a job right now, all of which are impossible without passing Praxis tests.  You don’t need my goddamn Praxis scores, assholes.  Luckily, I had some shit on paper lying around that I was able to scan, because seriously: I’m not giving these fuckers any more money to release my own scores to me for a fucking extortionate fee, and between wanting that completely-irrelevant-yet-expensive-and-inconvenient document and the bullshit personality test, I think your district has probably already failed the first interview.

Bah.

In which I jobhunt

paperworkHave spent the morning updating my resume (screw the accents) and filling out all sorts of shit on complicated online application forms.  I’ve decided, much to my chagrin and for reasons that I don’t really want to go into here, that I need to go somewhere else next year, most preferably to a new district entirely.  My head already hurts just from the revisions to the resume, which I haven’t touched since moving away from Chicago in 2007; I’m sure as soon as I wade into having to get copies of my transcripts from the three different universities that I have degrees from it will much improve the quality of my day.

Also today, if I can squeeze it in, some work on final revisions and formatting for Benevolence Archives, and oh right I have a birthday party to run at work tonight.  And tomorrow I get to do mortar & tape work in the bathroom, which I’ve never done before and am sure to screw up in a most epic fashion.

I managed to get all my grading done yesterday before leaving work.  I think I’m grateful for that; it means that I might get half an hour to relax this weekend if I play my cards right.

Graaaah.

(EDIT:  The University of Chicago, amazingly, doesn’t charge for electronic transcripts– the other two universities hit me up for $15 to email me a .pdf file.  Apparently they’ve decided that the hundred million dollars that it cost me to get a Master’s Degree from them covers future transcript requests.  Hooray!)