Working Girl
I’m a young office worker/ teacher and the world is mine. Well, most of time. The rest of time, I just bitch about work, like everyone else.
I’m a young office worker/ teacher and the world is mine. Well, most of time. The rest of time, I just bitch about work, like everyone else.
I swear that’s the last time I fill in for the receptionist. I’m a bloody French teacher. NOT a receptionist. And if the woman can’t even remember if she’s supposed to be in a group or a private class I really don’t think she will do that great as a student. And.. and I hate the phone.
But she surprised me. Instead of mentioning my laziness (because she clearly remember that when she visited Paris, French were less efficient than Japanese, therefore they were lazy - some kind of genetic problem that I must have had inherited because I was very French indeed - are you following me ?) , she blamed my English.
I wish John would shut up. But you see, John is so enthusiastic about his French training that he has to mumble vocabulary on his way to class. For now, I’m trying to open the bloody classroom door. Stuck, as usual. Or… do I have the right set of keys ?
Summer usually brings the worse students, along with those to busy to take classes the rest of the year and whose only chance is to come to school when the Parliament isn’t in session. I don’t mind those ones. They’re usually focused on their studies because they’re desperate to pass their French test, which will [...]
–What time do you finish ?
– I’ll be done at 4 pm.
– Alright, I’ll pick you up in front of the Supreme Court then.
– The Supreme Court ? Where is that ? We’ve never ate there, have we ?
Feng burst out laughing. Right. Not a Chinese restaurant but the actual Supreme Court of Canada, located [...]
How many interviews have I been to ? I’d say about thirty in Canada so far, ¾ of them in my first year in Ottawa. I was desperate for a job but the odds seemed to be against me. At 20 years old, my resume was pretty short. I had no previous work experience in [...]
Post high school, it’s always fun to see close friends pursuing a carrier. The people you’ve seen heartbroken, the friends you got high and drunk with, those who were anxious before exams, those who once stole stuffs in a supermarket, might now be doctors, lawyers, policemen, salespersons or… yeah, or teachers.
When I was a teen, [...]
I’ve never been a morning person. Even though my high school days memories are slowly starting to fade, I still remember my last year. We had to attend classes Monday through Saturday starting at 8:00 am, and everyday was a struggle to get up. I would go to bed as early as I could but [...]