Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Chatting with MKs about salaries and Mgt

I had the opportunity of idly chatting with him when our children were asleep.
We were discussing Mgt and salaries. I used to think that my salary must be the lowest in the school, but when I told him he was aghast.
"By God, considering that your degrees are not yet translated into German and you work for only five hours and avail free education for your son, you are the most handsomely paid one in the entire school. I work for more hours than you but my salary is not significantly higher than you. And if you look at Mz and My, they work for sooo long, nearly 14 hours or even more, head their group, manage the school office and what not and still their salaries are only about 200-400 Euros more than me. 200-400 Euros is a lot but considering their work load, responsibilities and working hours as compared to mine it is nothing. And take my word of advice: don't tell anyone if you can help it that you don't have to pay for your son."

I really had been regarding myself as grossly underpaid. In fact since long, I had made up my mind to switch to another school for better salary prospects, ask Stf to increase my salary or to request her to increase my working hours. Actually I am not at all a money minded person. I derive too much pleasure and satisfaction in my work to run after money. In fact I keep spending money on school from my own pocket and feel too lazy to claim it back. And I have always been like this, even in the previous schools where I had taught.

Mgt I hear is a certified teacher which means for the crappy crappy crappy five hours of her work she gets a fatter salary than anyone of us.

Speaking of Mgt reminds me. She spent two days in Mz's group and another two in Mk's group. She drove both the groups and their teachers totally mad with her own mad antics. Today she was in Mk's group again but something happened between them which we don't yet know and she suddenly walked out announcing she was going home as she was experiencing some pain in her heart. I am guessing Mk said something to her...!

while we were thus chatting, it was time for us to wake up our children. Mks woke up Ml and lovingly picked  up her blanket; the next instant he screamed "Oh, shit, oh, shit..." Ml had at that very instant done pee pee which the blanket had yet not soaked in and so all the pee pee ran into Mks's Tshirt and jeans. I know he hates this kind of stuff. He stood looking at me totally horrified and pissed off. "I am really very very upset. I don't like this at all."
"Can't you change your clothes?" I suggested helpfully.
"I don't carry extra clothes with me."
"Maybe you can get an extra Tshirt from school. There are so many lying around.."
And the children?"
"Don't worry. I will wake them up."

So while he went to change and wash himself I woke up his and my kids, dressed them and sent them to their groups. It was time for me to leave. I was looking for Mk to ask him whether it was important for me to come to his group's parent teacher meeting tomorrow, I found him cleaning Ktc who had pooped in his clothes and he is not even in his group. So I helped him in cleaning and dressing until Mks came and overtook Ktc from me.
I was so late today...

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