A low-paying job that left me with beautiful memories
Happy evening Hive friends, I extend a cordial greeting accompanied by a sincere wish that you are well. This is my first post in this community, as soon as I saw it I went to read the rules right away and I thought it was great. So I will tell you a little about my work life.
I am a preschool teacher, I love children and while working in this area I felt great. Children definitely convey an innocence and sweetness that is easily contagious. Every time I came home I would remember an anecdote that had happened to me with them and I would immediately tell my parents and we would laugh a lot.
I worked for four years in one of the most prestigious schools in the city. I remember that the principal was very demanding with all the teaching staff and I was no exception. However, she had a lot of affinity with me because she noticed that the children loved me a lot and enjoyed the classes. The bad thing was that the economic remuneration was very little, it was not enough to cover all my expenses, so I had to look for an additional job. I will tell you about that job another time.
Going back to the school principal, I can tell you that she was very refined and had a great power to convince people to enroll their children in that school. She was a demanding person but she was not able to give recognition to her employees, that is, the teachers and the maintenance staff. As it was a very well known private school, she rubbed shoulders with people with a lot of money and somehow or other this led her to be arrogant on more than one occasion.
I remember that on one occasion she stayed in the classroom where I was teaching and then called me to the management. When I arrived, she told me that I was doing a good job, but that she was telling me this not to congratulate me, but so that I wouldn't even think of not working as I should. I was shocked, what kind of praise is that? It was quite disturbing to hear that, it was as if he was telling me: "You are doing well but you don't deserve to be congratulated". Those words did not encourage me to do anything. However, I continued to work with the same love and commitment as before.
Although the director had a strong character, on more than one occasion I asked her for a salary increase and she refused, so when I told her that I could no longer continue with the same salary, she agreed to my request. Until one day I had to leave because she refused to pay me bonuses, benefits and other benefits that I was entitled to. My dad had been telling me for a long time to leave that job because it was not valued, but the love and affection I had for the children prevented me from making that decision. Unfortunately, with a broken heart because of the love I had for my students, I had to leave.
It has been ten years since I stopped working in that school, by the way, the director died about three years ago and it hurt me a lot because despite being a demanding boss I also loved her and at the time I thanked her for the opportunity to have allowed me to work in such a recognized school.
Currently, the children I taught at that school are between fourteen and sixteen years old and when I see them by chance somewhere in the city they greet me with great affection. I feel a lot of satisfaction for having had that work experience that allowed me to meet lovely children. It is a precious memory that I treasure in my heart.
With this experience I learned that I should not mix my emotions too much with my work, I should value what I do, I should make my bosses see that I deserve respect and one way to make myself respected is by not accepting any job in which I am not remunerated economically as it should be. True, I won my heart at that school, but it will not happen again. In spite of everything, I have the satisfaction of knowing that I did a good job and that the children remember me with joy.