Oh, Kanye. More than ever, I can identify with your perspicacious wit.
Teachers get paid monthly. I actually don’t have a problem with that; I’ve handled monthly pay for years at my previous job (and I even had to set aside my own money for taxes). December’s a different story, though. The county was kind enough to pay teachers on the 19th before we got off for the holidays–which was wonderfully denouement-Scrooge of them–but it also makes a full six weeks before the next paycheck at the end of January. Add on the financial demands of Christmas (my heart is too sizes too big!), and you can figure out why my fiancé’s paying for the gas in my car this week.
I was atypically naive about the financial boon I’d undergo with the new job. Maria (the fiancé–consider yourself introduced) and I had already disposed of the roommates who were helping replace the income I was losing by going to grad school. I was thrilled to get my first paycheck, but honestly more than a little surprised at how meager it seemed. After taxes and pension funds and insurance were all deducted (“goverment do take a bit, don’t she”), I was left with pretty much the same amount of money had I simply worked part time for $10 and hour and kept on the roommates. All that work and stress, and I’m right back where I started. Dang.
It all has to do with the district’s pay schedule. As a first year teacher who isn’t even fully certified yet, I’m at the bottom of the proverbial totem pole. Seasoned lunch ladies make more than me. Fortunately, I’ve only got a few more months like this. By the end of summer, I’ll be fully certified with a Master’s, which bumps the pay up considerably. I’ll be supersizing combos, buying name brand cereal–living the good life (and here we are, back at Kanye again. That’s some circular writin’, friends).