CAT!!!

Today is my day off. After working for a university, they said I would only be working about 20 hours a week, which I didn't mind. But now since they have a teacher shortage and I don't mind working days. They have given me 35 teaching hours a week. You say that isn't bad. But I remind those of you who are teachers, how many hours do you actually teach in a week. Because the paid time I am given is not for preparation of courses or office hours, but pure teaching time. So I am in a classroom for 35 hours, or what I call pure teaching time. It is a bit shattering. I am unsure if I can get used to it or not.

But it beats the time I was given at a language center. Teach at nights from 5:45 to 9pm Monday to Friday night. On Saturday teach from 7 am to 11 am, then teach 3pm to 9pm. And repeat on Sunday 7am to 11am. So over half the paycheck is on a span of 28 hours. It was exhausting, especially since you had to teach children on that day, a teacher would teach young children for 30 minutes and have no previous knowledge of their skill level or where the students were in the book. Impromptu teaching was a core requirement on Saturdays and Sundays.

So, I have had a nice long week where I have been working for 35 hours during the day, plus 3 hours at night on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday (6 to 9pm). And mix in about 3 hours a night to study, and prep time, and the time I want to prepare for the wedding. I am a bit shattered. So today I look forward to a nice day off of sleeping in.

My sleep was rudely halted by the yowling of a cat. Above our toilet is an open vent to let air flow to keep the house cool. A male cat came in at 5:45am and started yowling: "Heeeeeey Laaaaaadiiiiiiiieeesssss." I bolt out of bed expecting a feral cat in my house and have to play the game of chasing him out by throwing chopsticks at him. I can find him, until I look above my bathroom to see a small grey head peek over at me. I scream obsenities at him and go back to bed, hoping that blue language is powerful enough to chase him away. As my eyes shut and the last of Morpheus' dust settles on me. "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeey Laaaaaaaaaaaadiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeessssssss!!!! Heeeeeeeeeeeey LAAAAAAAAAAADIIIIIIESSSSS!!!" The magical dust of Morpheus is gone and so is sleep. I throw something at him and he takes off. He will be back, I know it, hormones dictate that there must be a lady cat nearby for him. So I will have to find a way to prevent him from returning.

A big dog can't get above the toilet.

Another cat doesn't help the problem.

Putting a mesh above the vent just means he is outside yowling and I can still hear.

Guns are illegal in Vietnam.

But there are recipes for cat.

In a later post there may be a recipe and a review for stewed cat.