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Jan 15, 2013

The Opportunity Cost

Disclaimer: I love my job.

Before reading further, please commit to memory the above mentioned disclaimer. 
Good. 
Now.
This post is about how much I hate my job.
I really shouldn't say this, but I will because parents need to know what monsters they are raising. I mean for the sake of sanity of people everywhere, please stop spoiling your child. STOP. The next time your kid throws a tantrum at a toy shop about some shit expensive toy they want and you think "I'll just buy this so he shuts up" STOP. Turn around. Look your kid straight in the eye, smile and then SMACK THAT LITTLE TWERP UPSIDE THEIR HEAD. Then turn around and walk away.
No child, no matter how filthy rich their parents, should be brought up believing they can get away with everything. Teach your kids the value of hard earned money. And if your child has that kind of retarded idea about life, then you are to blame. You were too lazy to raise them right. So smack yourself upside the head. Or better yet. Let me do it.
But this isn't really what this post is about.
This is about the most basic right a person gives up when they decide to become a teacher. The one right every human should have to express their pain, their anger, their frustration. 
The right to swear like a sailor.
Or a trucker.
I mean what am I supposed to do if my finger gets caught in the cupboard door? How can one NOT scream out obscenities when in such utter pain? But no. I am just expected to eat, drink and be merry. How is that fair? 
Sometimes I feel like a nun.




9 comments:

  1. Glad to see you're back posting. Been a joy reading your writing. Los Angeles is far from the PK but your words travel well.

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    1. Thank you for being you!
      I mean what I said, and the love is true.
      Your writing captivates me like a lion in a zoo.
      If you were Cinderella I would give you my shoe.
      Alas, I can only read your blog, so that is what I'll do.

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    2. Hahah! This really made my day. You're awesome, whoever you are.

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    3. Oh I'm so glad you liked it, I was unsure.
      Taken out of context things can look a blur.
      This is the only blog in the world I read.
      I don't even know how I found it. But I'm sure glad I did. And I'm glad I went with my urge to "comment" and tell you "we" missed you during your "hiatus."
      Is this too long a comment?
      Are there limits?
      I never do this sort of thing!
      But you are deserving of much thanks and praise. And I don't even have a guava seed stuck in my grill!
      -D

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    4. Hahaha. I feel so great right now! Thank you for all this love!
      Haha. And no comment is too long. Especially when it is so sweet and full of praise.
      Stay happy!

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  2. looks like you are the same kid who went upto my dad after school in grade 2 and told him not to give Fahad soo much money as it may eventually spoil him. :p. 20 bucks a day were soo much money at that time daymm. could buy 20 ringchips or 10 slims with that 20 bucks. haha

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    1. Hahah. No. I was pretty greedy back then!

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