I am working in an IT training centre. Our centre provides IT training for students from 3 to 16 years old. Besides giving training to students in our centre we also provide outreach programs to school to conduct IT lessons. My main focus of work is to handle the centre classes. Even so, many at times, I get posted to schools because we are short-handed.
Our centre not only provide IT training, we also offer a certification for students who embark on our regular programs. This certification is a well-recognized certification called the International Cambridge Technology Starters Award by the University of Cambridge. Yes, just like taking o-levels, students take up IT studies with our school before they take the examination for the certification. So, on top of teaching, I am the in-charge of this area. The marking, the preparation of the examination and the administering to Cambridge all falls under my responsibility. And to add, I am handling this section solely by myself.
Now, besides having this huge burden of ICT and teaching under my shoulders, they made me in charge of curriculum development. They also made me like an ‘acting supervisor’ and handed me a group of students under my care. Yes, I am really feeling very tight and stretch. I am getting sick and tired of doing everything. So much so that many at times, I really wonder why in the first place am I doing all this. I swear, work have been taking all my time that I lost my social life. It’s been so long since I last went out my friends and spend quality time with my family. It’s been so long since I just relax and chill and not think about anything.
Daddy always say, time management is important but how do I even manage my time when i barely have time for myself except, those few hours on TV while eating and bathing and traveling to work. I am sad that as much as I want to think this job is wonderful, it is proving otherwise. I am sad that I am dragging myself to wake up every morning to go to work. I am sad that I drag my feet to take a step into the office. I am even sadder that I am complaining.
Which reminds me, daddy’s birthday was yesterday and he drive up to Malaysia with my mum. I have been planning to get my daddy’s present since ages but my schedule just didn’t permit and later today I will be rushing to Tamp with bro to see what I can get for him.
You know, sometimes when you have too many things on hand, you just miss out certain things. I did and I paid for it. The Dec batch I send to Cambridge that consists of 155 candidates contained some typo errors in the namelist and thus one student got her name spelled wrongly. The daddy complained and demanded a reprint. Yes, you may think it’s just a reprint what, no big deal what. It is a big deal because my boss thinks it is unnecessary money wasted on because it is 36 bucks for a reprint and she told me we can’t afford such mistakes. Now, i need to think of a justifiable reason to explain to cambridge so that they can waive the fee. I am sad because I have always been careful and always been double-checking before sending out the parcel. I am sad because I can’t believe how careless I was. And I am sad just because I am sad. =(
