A sixty-hour week
Sunday, December 02, 2018
There was a request from outside my school for me to teach a two-hour class, but it went into my junk file, a problem other teachers have. I look at my junk file regularly but it’s all in Japanese, and if something looks unfamiliar, I don’t pay attention. Nine days later, somebody came from the office about it. It was from a local government center and they’d found me on the school website. I told her I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t go into detail, but I’m no spring chicken and DH isn’t in the best of health. She looked panicked and I gave in, so I ended up with only myself to blame for the extra work.
It took a lot of prep because two hours is so long, and I had little idea about the people I would be teaching. On top of that it was two hours away, so a four-hour round trip. I went today and they were lovely people, many in their eighties, but I’ve worked nearly a sixty-hour week, and by Thursday I will have worked for nearly two weeks without a day off. DH has been a bit down because he’s limited in what he can do without me around. Anyway, the organizer and the people in the class were very happy and they want me to do it again next year. That was nice but I thought, “No way!” Today itself was a very interesting experience, but I felt guilty for DH and at nearly 68, I hope I’m done with sixty-hour weeks.