Today was Wednsday, the middle of the week for the five day class I had scheduled. At the first break, I point out the plan for the day, and the material that will be covered in the remaining two. To which, one of my students responds:
"This is a three day class."
A quick confirmation, and sho' nuff. It's three days. I had planned and paced the material for five. I had left some setup for Thursday undone, planning to hit that stuff in the morning of that day. Instead, I scrunched material into the remainder of the day, ran with things _not_ set up, covered it the best I could, and still nailed a decent eval score.
But I'm fucking pissed with my boss. He's been making a goddamn habit of this lately, and I'm not the only victim of his incompetance.
"This is a three day class."
A quick confirmation, and sho' nuff. It's three days. I had planned and paced the material for five. I had left some setup for Thursday undone, planning to hit that stuff in the morning of that day. Instead, I scrunched material into the remainder of the day, ran with things _not_ set up, covered it the best I could, and still nailed a decent eval score.
But I'm fucking pissed with my boss. He's been making a goddamn habit of this lately, and I'm not the only victim of his incompetance.
