A(nother) place to write

I went to a conference last week. It was good. I had some fun and I reviewed a lot of things I'd forgotten. Last week was supposed to be the end of my T-Th classes and they would be except for a glitch by the principal. He put on the schedule for the students that classes end May 26th but our contracts only go to May 10th. So as it stands I am here at school for the students who need to get a few things done or finish up and I am technically not being paid for this. You could say I'm being paid because I am now salaried and not hourly. But then if you get into that you could say I am making less now than I was before, but I'd rather not quibble. Teaching jobs are not like factory jobs or other service jobs like server where you get there at 9 and leave at 4 and get paid for that time. But if you really got philosophical or technical about it you could say that all jobs can be completed in the time they take and that does not always conform to what is allotted. Anyway, on to what I have to do. Besides getting these students out of here (getting them to finish so they can graduate or go back to the high school). I have to get my paperwork in order and it is a mess since it depends upon students to sign in and out and they don't always do that. I also have to straighten out the cabinets and files that I haven't had time to organize since this semester started. I could say that I instead should be working at home to do the same thing since my life is a little out of order, but since my husband is there and not the kids I'd just as soon not. The longer he is without a job and the more he whines about not being good enough the more I want to scream at him or yell. I don't, but I want to shake him or something. It just makes me so angry. I can't fix him and he doesn't seem to be able to fix himself.