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zyzylyWell, it's Monday again. Seems like this happens every week. Mostly the days just kind of go by, with not much separating one from another. Mondays seem to be another story, though. Up until I started teaching, I used to fix my schedule so I had Mondays off. Now Monday is my day for getting everything ready for the week. Which I am not doing yet. I'm listening to some music and watching the sun come up.
I woke up at about 4 this morning fretting about our newly-negotiated union contract that I read on Friday. The nursing faculty from both our campuses had strongly advocated for better compensation, as we make about half of what our newly graduated students make. Our clinical time is also considered "lab time" which means we are only paid at 75% of classroom time.
We had multiple meetings with the negotiators, and gave them all sorts of material to support our position. They decided not to even try to negotiate for it. We got nothing.
I'm retiring in June anyway, so it won't affect me. Still upsets me, though. I'll probably wake up at 4 am five years from now still fretting about it. Actually, I hope not--that's the whole point of retiring.
I made comfort food on Saturday. Meatloaf and macaroni & cheese casserole. Macaroni & cheese casserole was one of the first things I learned to make. I usually only make it a couple of times a year. I used four types of cheese this time around. Both the macaroni and the meatloaf came out just right. I was comforted.
Our little front patio garden. For most of the time I have lived here, the patio was pretty much empty. This year we decided to put some plants and stuff out there, as it gets the morning sun. This is primarily Malida's project, though I do the watering. I like it out there.
If you look, you can see the back of my dad's car, parked out front of the house. I took it for a wash the other day. Inside, it still smells like his house. Dad smell. Eventually my sister will get the car, once the estate is settled.
At the Crocker Museum.
I've been listening to a lot of Norah Jones lately. This morning it is the album she released earlier this year. It's the perfect soundtrack to a Monday morning filled with mixed blessings.
I woke up at about 4 this morning fretting about our newly-negotiated union contract that I read on Friday. The nursing faculty from both our campuses had strongly advocated for better compensation, as we make about half of what our newly graduated students make. Our clinical time is also considered "lab time" which means we are only paid at 75% of classroom time.
We had multiple meetings with the negotiators, and gave them all sorts of material to support our position. They decided not to even try to negotiate for it. We got nothing.
I'm retiring in June anyway, so it won't affect me. Still upsets me, though. I'll probably wake up at 4 am five years from now still fretting about it. Actually, I hope not--that's the whole point of retiring.
I made comfort food on Saturday. Meatloaf and macaroni & cheese casserole. Macaroni & cheese casserole was one of the first things I learned to make. I usually only make it a couple of times a year. I used four types of cheese this time around. Both the macaroni and the meatloaf came out just right. I was comforted.
Our little front patio garden. For most of the time I have lived here, the patio was pretty much empty. This year we decided to put some plants and stuff out there, as it gets the morning sun. This is primarily Malida's project, though I do the watering. I like it out there.
If you look, you can see the back of my dad's car, parked out front of the house. I took it for a wash the other day. Inside, it still smells like his house. Dad smell. Eventually my sister will get the car, once the estate is settled.
At the Crocker Museum.
I've been listening to a lot of Norah Jones lately. This morning it is the album she released earlier this year. It's the perfect soundtrack to a Monday morning filled with mixed blessings.
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Date: 2020-11-16 11:05 pm (UTC)Music has been my drug of choice during the pandemic.