Thursday, June 28, 2007

Wanna Work Overseas As an Education Attache?

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If you like the idea of working in Dubai, Jakarta, Ho Chi Minh City or Beijing
If you have been in service for at least 10 years and spent 5 of those years as a PPPSiswazah
If you're under 50 years of age
If you can speak English
If you can speak Arabic for posts in Dubai or Mandarin for posts in China
If your LNPT has never dipped below 90% for the past three years
If you have strong capabilities in management, promotion, database, finance & accounts, ICT

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But the deadline for applications is 30 June.  So hurry hurry hurry....

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Reflections of a 6-Month-Old Administrator

I've been a school administrator for 6 months now and I'm discovering things.

I like teaching young people.
I like bringing these young people into a computer lab and seeing their eyes light up. Even if it's so clearly a rare event in their lives. (Hmm, the administrator in me is scribbling notes.)
I like showing them stuff like how to throw their voice and hearing an improvement in some kids' presentations.
I like sitting in school resource centres.
I like debates, dramas, aerobics before class, march pasts..etc.
I like the Friday potluck brunches in the teachers' staffroom.
I like looking at what a school has and doesn't have and figuring out how to make things better.
I like the hurly-burly of life in school.

I don't like meetings (if they come at least twice a week and it's been thrice the past few weeks).
I don't like scolding people. Adults or youngsters. I prefer the buddy-buddy approach but sometimes instant action is required.
I don't like reports, charts and graphs. Especially if I'm the one preparing it and it's due yesterday.
I don't like marking umpteen piles of papers (especially if I just finished a batch and a new batch is coming in on Monday cos the dept insists we carry out a project of theirs. Yeah I know it's 'for our own good' but..)
I don't like clearing paperwork off my table and having the clerk heave another pile onto it.
I don't like the daily dreary office stuff that runs a school.

My Pitiful Saturday

Today I dragged myself home... it's a Saturday and I had to go to work.
It's for 'Meet The Parents' day (report cards..sigh) and also a PTA meeting.

I hate meetings... unless I'm chairing it. And if I chair it, the meeting can be done within half an hour because I normally prepare everything ahead of time and the meeting is just for distribution and coordination of duties. Hmm, that shows what kinda meetings I chair.

A former boss of mine used to say that if the meeting takes longer than 45 minutes, it's not a meeting. And if so, then food must be provided. But I've had the misfortune to attend THREE-DAY meetings and in self-defense, I bought a PDA and a bluetooth keyboard. That meant I could type my executive report during the meeting itself. And if the meeting degenerates into a fruitless slanging match or an unproductive rally (where an issue gets volleyed left and right), I could open an e-book and switch off. I've completed whole reports in MS Excel (hundreds of entries) and a whole year's worth of planning during such horrendous wastes of time. When I say 'wastes' here, I'm picturing huge rolling dunes of barren land. Which is my precious time when I'm locked into such meetings. Or maybe that's too much for sticklers to language rules. Howzabout I use the word 'swathes'? But I digress.

Back to today's lament... IT. IS. A. SATURDAY.

And Saturdays are meant for glorious luxurious wallowing in wonderful stuff like shopping, picnicking, play, play, play and more play.



Thursday, June 21, 2007

Foot-In-Mouth Disease

Ah, the foot-in-mouth disease...

I've had it so often, my immune system should be immune from it. Sadly, no-one seems to have created a vaccine for it. However friends consolingly tell me that it's okay, everyone suffers from it.

BUT no-one suffers quite the same as the one who is going through it THIS-VERY-MOMENT and RIGHT-NOW.

According to the powers-that-are (in certain professions), this disease is especially common among Sagittarians. The Chinese say that it is also the special purview of those born in the Year of the Monkey.

Guess what? I'm a Sagittarian born in the Year of the Monkey.
Talk about a double-whammy...

Whenever I suffer an attack, I apologize profusely (and in the process, I seem to make things worse) and try to make amends. Then I go home and squirm some more. Sometimes I even wake up in the middle of the night to think about it. Squirm squirm squirm...


Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Astrology a.k.a. Stuff & Nonsense

This sort of thing tickles my funny bone... 'cos sometimes they are so right and yet can be so wrong! I suppose if you really do your chart properly, it can be useful but it's sad if you take everything as gospel truth.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Old Hobbies

I visited a friend's blog and got into a slight wrangle with him over superheroines.  In one post, he said and I quote, how many super heroes do you know who are women, anyway?

Ya, earth-shaking issue, I can tell.

Anyway, he got me scooting down memory lane and metaphorically digging into old boxes.  Again.

I used to be so addicted to the Marvel and DC universes that I HAD to write the stories for myself because I couldn't wait for the next installment.  My friends used to shake their heads at the sight of me scribbling in a book.  I must've have filled up at least 20 exercise books!  I was crazy about the New Teen Titans then - Robin, Starfire, Wonder Girl, Changeling, Raven and Cyborg.

The X-Men?  Piffle.  They were old hat to me. I chewed my baby teeth on them...literally.  My grandpa and uncle brought comics home long before they were fashionable.  When my uncle left to study in the UK, he locked them up in a huge box with a don't-mess-with-me padlock.  So I took a crowbar to it.  When he came home, he must've been horrified.  But he must've loved me more than he loved his comics because he didn't take me apart.  Oh well, I was only about 7 or 8 then.

The NTT came into my life when I was around 11 years old.  I walked into a sundry shop and saw a green-skinned superhero character on a cover.  As far as I knew, the only green-skinned cutie I knew was Garfield Logan from the pages of the Doom Patrol!  And that began a long-term love affair with graphic literature...

I suppose comicbooks were so important to me because I could lose myself in such fantastic worlds and such amazing situations... don't all of us need an escape hatch?  For me, school was a pretty stressful place and more so the university.  I'd recommend comicbooks anytime to anyone.  Way better than drugs, IMHO.

For me,  the best example of graphic literature ever is the Witchblade.  Michael Turner time, that is.  If Turner ever collaborates on anything with Z, Wohl, D Tron and Smith again, I wanna know.

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