Most of my day has involved wrapping up the class I just taught. It takes a remarkably large amount of energy to mark final exams, examine students' online work, and enter the marks attendance data. I'm not complaining mind you. I like the feeling of clearing up all the debris after a major storm. Well, perhaps storm best describes my classes. They're a whirlwind of activity, and occasionally loud noises and thunder.
Now that it's all over and I should feel free. I am free for a bit. Planning the getaway worked out well this time as I've still got five days to prepare for sunny Mexico. Still, I am a bit irritable. No, that doesn't really describe it. I'm a bit impatient with people with whom I don't agree. Reading how my city was the first in Canada, to enact a Living Wage Policy did little more than make me shake my head in disgust.
Oh, a policy that mandates goodness certainly sounds well-intentioned. It's also a huge waste of time. I am not sure what the guidelines are, but I'm sure the contractors will still install compact florescent light bulbs made by slave labour in China. Helping the world through local studies, reports, and new policies only manages to keep city staff busy. I'd rather not pay for all the effort going into projects like this. They are earning far more than a fair living wage through my tax dollars. It'd be okay if it were helping the city but I can only see this as people unnecessarily chasing around unicorns.
