Solitary Working

Today began with me ignoring the answering machine. One of my superiors called me wondering if I could help the theatre worker fix the lighting for their event. I choose to ignore it because this was not my job, even if this person is my superior, it is still not my job to operate the theatre. Since the University has decided not to put knowledgeable people in charge of running things, I am choosing not to help them.

Now, if someone requests my help, I plan to start asking for money because my services are not free and my time is not either. I will do things for free if I know it will benefit me or one of my students, but if it has no benefit to me then I will not do it.

After being awoken by that, I relaxed a little, did some grading work and then I went in to strike a show. This strike was not a required strike for our students, but was announced as a work call with help needed. I arrived at 5pm with it suppose to start at 6. One student wondered in just after 5 and helped me do some of it until he left about an hour later to try and catch the basketball game. For the next hour, I worked alone. I was nearly done disassembling the set when my colleague showed up, which was good timing because the next step was the hard part – moving everything out of the theatre and to our storage unit. This took the two of us 1.5 hours to do.

We would have done about 30 more mins of work but an event in the other theatre stopped me from doing what I wanted. I said I would go back after dinner to do it – and he told me, no. Let the people who run the theatre figure out how to take down and set up for the event in the morning. He told me not to come back, I resisted, but knowing that he had my back makes this easier to do.

After all of that, I came home, sat in front of my computer and relaxed. Had a short debate with someone who decided it was within her right to “warn” me about those Muslims and not to convert because they were going to stone me for what I wrote in this blog. I got her to stop talking to me after she discovered I was a teacher, then she proceeded to talk about me on her twitter account about how she doesn’t talk to traitors. It was rather humorous and fun to watch how she crumbled.

And so tomorrow, I do grading, and homework. I have lots of reading I want to do.

But for the rest of the night, I plan to talk to my wonderful lovely friends on twitter and my lovely Nepali friend on MSN. Life couldn’t be too much better, although I do need a shoulder and back rub. Hmm..

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