This is another morning on which I think I will be beginning class by telling my students how ardently I believe they deserve to be taught by people who are securely employed and adequately compensated, who have the structural support they need to devote themselves fully to their teaching.
I was not paid for my teaching work this month. I’m sure it was an error, and I’m sure I will be paid eventually. But when? I have spent this morning, which was supposed to be dedicated to prepping for class, instead on e-mailing administrators to find out – and on a strong dose of panic and feeling like discarded trash.
The tuition check I wrote last Friday wiped out my savings. (Yes, I am paying tuition to the university for which I am also teaching.) If it weren’t for my job at the Center for Teaching and Learning, I would be dead broke. And rent and utilities will take care of my CTL wage in short order.
I work full time for one of the wealthiest universities in the world, and I am worried about buying food this month.
My precariously employed colleagues and I deserve better, and so do my students.
Well, I have now been promised payment “probably [sic!!!!!] by Friday”.
Like the Bad Economic Subject I am, I am now going to buy a bottle of bourbon worth approximately 5% of my monthly wage to “celebrate” the “probability” of my receiving the “compensation” I am “due”.
Also, you know. Groceries.