I used to say to myself that i enjoy doing what im doing. Guess what? Not anymore. People in my circle think that my job is easy - i just make sure no one gets hurt and everybody can read ABC n 123. Here’s the reality check: a teacher does everything except planning the everyday curriculum. Everything goes from decorating the class, the MI corners, integrated stns, teaching aids, to the theme studio activities, on top of that the daily routines like class activity, arabic lesson, outdoor play, science experiment, reading of news, and the list goes on and on and on.
I am just. So. Freaking. Tired. (Of everything)
My workplace is at level 3 of a huge bungalow. The air-con is something u can find in 1990s. Weather and room temperature play a HUGE role to how i behave from day to day basis. And to be stuck in an oven from 9-5.30 is really not funny at all! No matter how many inspirational quotes i read to change my mindset, i still end up being grumpy and agitated all the time. I start to sweat the minute i leave home (8.10 am) and will continue emitting disgusting, reek-of-fenugreek sweat from every pore on my skin until i reach home (7.30pm). This madness has to stop!!! But i can’t do anything yet because i’m bonded with a maternity-related term in the contract.
I need to get away from here! It may seem like im an ungrateful slave to the Almighty but he gives me the ability to change something i dont like. Living expenses for survival in this country is absurd. The ridiculous working hours is taking us away from our families. The salary - dont even let me begin with that. Owning a house is not as easy as i thought altho im a university graduate. Maintaining a car is impossible with a poly-graduate income. Lastly, the weather. It has been so mercilessly hot and humid to a point where i could cry from getting all burned up under all those layers of “obligatory fabrics”.
My ideal type of work would be the one i had before i moved to my current job. Sit all day in an office in front of the computer without any care about who wet their pants, who switched clothes, who didnt know how to spell cat or whatever.
I need to start anew in a colder country who is huge and who is open to accept ‘asian expats’. Top of the list: Canada. But what can i do there?
Till the next rant. I need to get some freaking sleep before this baby wakes up. Goodbye.