Day 177: 06.30.17

The STRESS and The De-stressing methods

I opted to skip the explanation to my rants from the previous post because it’s too tiring to explain it when combined with that inner frustration of my introverted bitchy self narration.

Alright. For future re-reading, Michelle, here goes they why to your stress at this point.

Your boss wants to have a new uniform. The new uniform will be from Uniqlo. The uniform does not only mean the top, but you’ll also have jogger pants. The Uniqlo shirt is around 700 pesos, the jogger pants is around 1000 pesos. It will be a salary deduction instead of being shouldered by the school.

You don’t have the money.

You are enraged because you don’t know of any company who asks their employees to shoulder a school identification.

You are enraged because they don’t seem to care about the situation of the teachers just to satisfy their whims.

The uniform you had last year, which you suggested, is still in great shape. It’s not worn out, the colors are still vibrant as fuck, and it only costed 150 pesos a piece. Yes, you paid 600 pesos for the four pieces of it because heck, you thought it was an investment! And to be fair, it is a good investment!

Your school used the same kind of uniform, other companies are using the same brand, too.

So you really cannot comprehend the logic behind the need to change a uniform every single year. If even boggles the fuck out of you why other teachers allowed the same system for so long in the first place!

The practice is impractical, stupid, and it only feeds the evil bosses’ power more because they allow it to happen in the first place.



On Monday, we’re going to have a staff meeting. This matter will probably be brought up. Even if they don’t, I will bring it up to those mother fucks. I’m pretty sure they won’t go down without a fight anyway, so I’m willing to go head to head with them. On the other hand, I’m merely an employee who has a loud mouth when angry and the guts to speak out an opinion to the higher ups, so I still have to be careful.

Reality check, I still need to be employed by the end of that meeting.

Of course, at any heated argument, the best way to end it is to arrive at a solution to the problem. A win-win situation is to arrive at a compromise.

I have two suggestions:

1. They get those new uniforms if they will shoulder the entire cost.

No way I’m paying even half of it. Especially those jogger pants. They are unnecessary. Our old, cheap pants are enough. In preschool, which activities involve paint, water, flour, etc, basically anything that can stain your clothes, expensive clothes is a big X. So I don’t get the logic of disagreeing to use leggings (which are waaaaaaaaay cheaper and easier to replace, and which we’ll gladly shoulder with our money) just because the crotch area is exposed? EGAD. THE WONDERS OF MY BOSS’ MIND.

2. Have a patch. A uniform is a kind of identification of the institution anyway, so we should have a patch or the school logo embroided to our clothes. Just having different colors everyday doesn’t really represent anything. We’re not even that strict with wearing uniforms, so there shouldn’t be any fuss in the first place. So my suggestion is they put a patch in the uniform of their choice, and we’ll stick to the uniforms we have and have the logo. That way, even if we have different uniforms, we’ll have the same logo which will be a unified identification for us.

I’m not sure how well I can hide my temper because I know my bitch face can be very apparent. Well, let it be known if necessary anyway.

Good luck to me.

Anyhow, this was the topic which resulted to these:


De-stressing AS FUCK.


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