Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts

Friday, June 08, 2012

SUPER TOMOMI!


When I read the topic for today’s challenge yesterday, I had to think very deeply. You see, I’m not really the kind of person who worries about certain things. I do worry about people since my happiness depends on them being happy, but I try not to let my worries affect my mood or my attitude or whatever. (I know, I know... my hormones affect my attitude, my mood and my whatever big time.) However, the thing is I have to write about something, not about someone. Therefore, I told myself that I’d probably just skip today’s challenge. Or I could just write about the challenge for today as something that I am worrying about.

Then again, this afternoon, just some minutes ago, I noticed something I have to be worried about. It was my schedule on Monday. As you already know, I work as a part-time online English instructor. I work from 18:00 to 23:00, which means that I work for 5 hours. Let me take this opportunity to actually describe what I do as an online teacher. I handle one-on-one video classes from Mondays to Fridays. Each class is supposed to last for 25 minutes (the schedule says 30 minutes, like 18:30-19:00, but the required time is only 25 minutes), you can extend the time, and it’s actually more ideal to do that, but you cannot have a class for less than 25 minutes, unless your student is late. Then again, since there is this 5-minute interval in between marathon classes, your student can be five minutes late and you can still talk to him/her for 25 minutes. Let’s just say that most of the time, okay, all the time, since I love my students sooooo much and since they also like me (I guess), the supposed to be 25-minute class lasts for 28-34 minutes. Needless to say, I always extend my classes. It’s not because I have poor time management skills, it’s because I want to at least make each of my students feel special, that I’m not in a hurry to end our class. So there.

Anyway, since I work 5 hours, the maximum number of students I can have, if I don’t wanna rest or go to the bathroom to pee (or to take a dump) or eat or breathe, is 10. Now, if I want to be human, like how I actually am, I think the justifiable number of students I can have is 8. And this is my schedule for Monday….

Now, if talking non-stop for 4 and a half hours is something I shouldn't be worried about, then I guess I can accept Captain America's proposal of how I should join the avengers. Haha! Kidding! That schedule is not a joke, though. 

Nevertheless, I know I can do it. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. And I'll show our manager that she can even put 10 students on my schedule, and I won't complain. I'll just do my job, pass my reports on time, and make each of those students happy. Even if it means that I would be tired. What is stress, anyway? 


(DAY 8)

Friday, April 20, 2012

Father dear....

Almost everyone in the office is busy for their outing tomorrow… They’re going to the northern side of the country to spend their weekend on the beach… They asked me to come along, of course, but I can’t go with them. It is because for the first time in a long time, my dad said “no” when I asked him if I can go to Zambales. When I asked him why, he said that it’s because I don’t know these people that much yet. So, I need to spend more time with them before he allows me to go out of town with them. (Sigh) My first reaction was that my dad is being overprotective, not to mention judgmental, and that his reason for not giving me permission is unreasonable and unacceptable… but then, I realized that he is probably just worried… I did not talk about the matter further with him since I also realized that it is actually the first time that he did not give me permission to do something. Well, not literally the first time, but the first time since I was thirteen or twelve or maybe even before that? I mean, it’s been years… really… I can’t even remember the last time he told me that I cannot go somewhere or attend an event or whatever… Oh well, as I was talking to the dormitory matron this afternoon, she said that my dad is so lucky to have me as a daughter, but I know that’s not the case. I’m the one who’s lucky… errr… I mean blessed… to have my dad as my father. I have a Father in Heaven who is perfect and I am thankful to Him for allowing me to have my daddy as my father here on earth. He may not be a perfect individual, but he is so close to being one… but doesn’t everybody say that about their dads? I guess not… so, I’m one of the most blessed children in the world… indeed… I know I am.