It’s been a bit of a shit month. More than normal I could have done with blogging, but it has felt near impossible. I will do my best not to depress you (my few and far between readers) but I am in a ranty old mood.
I need a mother flipping job! I am now on the 10 week countdown to unemployment. “Teacher shortage” the media is telling you. What they are not telling you is that horrifically shrinking school budgets mean schools cannot afford experienced teachers, which means it’s more than likely on many an occasion my application form gets tossed to one side. Found an amazing old guardian article about the X factor pantomime that is applying and interviewing for teaching posts. Will tweet it for anyone interested, but basically it takes hours and hours and costs money and inevitably the job goes to an internal candidate, an NQT or a man.
It is an all consuming full time job searching for and applying, whilst working and being mum to ever more mobile and destructive giant baby human (who I think is slowly averaging out in size and is also not so much of a baby any more), and being fantastical wife person who cooks tea and allows night shift husband to also be pretend professional golfer.
I had to interview for a job at my current school – didn’t get it.
Didn’t get an interview at a school I love.
Interviewed for a job I would be perfect for and bloody smashed the lesson and interview – didn’t get it
Each time I sob. Each time I drag my ass off the floor and apply for the next one using their ridiculous application forms. Each time my wonderful friends and family ply me with wine and hugs. Each time my little boy gives me a kiss (bites my face with his growing dental collection). Each time however I lose a little more hope.
Scroll back through my posts and you will find blogs from my last school and when I named myself “the disillusioned teacher” where I reached the point of leaving teaching. A gamble that left me with redundancy at 22 weeks pregnant and ultimately where I am now, an expensive experienced teacher of child baring age… totally employable up against 22 year old cheap and enthusiastic NQTs who hobby (they always have hobbies, not just drink wine with their friends, they play hockey or jog or other strange endeavours).
But I am a bloody good teacher with some awesome expertise!