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While I appreciated the opportunity, the feedback was absolutely ridiculous…plus I was railroaded
Two summers ago, I was asked by the afternoon school that I helped out with to give a trial lesson on the school’s online platform.
I was told this was a group of beginners who wanted to learn public speaking. I asked for a list of names but wasn’t given any information beforehand. That was fine; I could easily get it during the lesson.
However, when I started the trial lesson and got each person to introduce him/herself, I realized that all of the students in attendance were high-level kids and/or advanced. That did not faze me, as I was already prepared (as I am always prepared).
The lesson went on, and I taught a few concepts that could help the students with giving speeches.
That was the only time I was asked to do that class. Maybe a week after that, I was given some feedback from the boss. He told me two specific “complaints” from the students’ parents.
- The boss had made up a flyer of me with a photo of myself wearing a suit. (I had worn that suit to L.A. a few years back when I was invited to join the Dodgers Nation podcast, and I went there to do the show in person. I really didn’t have to wear a suit, but I chose to for that occasion.) The complaint was that during the lesson, I was not wearing a suit(??????). I was dressed very casually, wearing an NFL jersey and a hat. My explanation to the boss was that I’m not doing a news broadcast, I’m not Stephen A. Smith doing a show on ESPN, I’m not a news anchor, etc. I’m doing a lesson. I’m not a businessperson. I’m not a salesperson. However, the parents expected me to have worn a suit. Apparently, they told the boss that the person teaching the trial lesson was not the same as the person in the photo. I explained that I would not be wearing a suit for any lessons because that’s not required and I don’t feel comfortable wearing that, and it would affect the way I teach. (I then pulled up a video of Clay Travis, who does dress up when he appears on FOX but dresses casually when he does his own podcast, to show the boss that that particular lawyer/radio host doesn’t wear a suit when he is doing a podcast.)
- The second complaint was that the parents, who were spying (watching) the session in a hidden spot (because I only saw the students on the webcams), said that I wasn’t paying attention when their kids were talking(??????). They said I kept looking down and not looking at their kids’ faces. My explanation was simple: As the students (there were eight) were taking turns to speak, I was making notes on a piece of loose-leaf paper to keep track of what they were saying so that I could give feedback or commentary later (which I did). So, when I was “looking down and not at the kids’ faces,” it was because I was making notes. After all, it was the first time I had met them. I wrote down their hobbies and goals, etc., things that they were saying. I even showed the boss later that piece of paper. I can totally see other lazy teachers doodling while students are speaking, and probably those parents thought I was one of those lazy people. I am not.
To me, these “complaints” were from parents (and a boss) who didn’t know what I was doing, and they insisted on a suit and they thought I was not listening to their kids. I explained my perspective to my boss. It did not work — because I was not asked to do this class again.
I’m not Stephen A. Smith on ESPN. I’m not a corporate person. If I were, I would wear a suit, but I’m not.
So, again, I was not given a fair opportunity (I was, in fact, railroaded by being told the students were beginners and then the excuse was the boss also didn’t know). Perhaps the marketing efforts were poor. The communication was definitely lacking. I mean, marketing is not easy; at the end of the day, if the deal wasn’t “closed,” so to speak, that’s on marketing.
My job is teaching, and I delivered an effective lesson teaching the students some key concepts. If I really wanted to do marketing, then I wouldn’t be teaching. If I wanted to wear a suit, I would be doing another line of work.
In spite of nonsense from afternoon school, it was a good week — a winning day every day this week with investments
Today is Friday – the end of the work week. The afternoon school has chosen to act passive aggressively against me….the entire month up to now (it’s the 22nd of September today). (For more, see the second paragraph here.)
However, I’ve managed to survive and thrive in spite of being treated poorly.
Every day this week, I have made a profit in my sports investments.
Monday was a winning day with Monday Night Football (both games and multiple plays) and the morning KC/Cleveland baseball game (morning on the West Coast).
Tuesday was a winning day with both WNBA playoff games as well as big nights from the Mariners, Cubs (point spread), and Dodgers (rally).
Wednesday as a winning day with the lone WNBA playoff game, Pirates/Cubs, and the Tigers’ victory over the Dodgers.
Thursday was a winning day with Thursday Night Football (multiple picks for the NYG/SF 49ers contest), Tigers/A’s, and Giants/Dodgers.
Friday (today) is already a winning day with what the Pirates/Reds did in the first six innings.
It’s already a big winning week Monday through Friday, so I’ll quit now for the week.
But I’m a winner in spite of passive aggressiveness from those around me, from those who are supposed to be on my team.
Well, the afternoon school that I help at might not want to pay me or talk to me, but I’m still not going to starve because I can find ways to make money. I’ve proved it all month and I’ve proved it all week.
UPDATE: Okay, I changed my mind. One hour after posting this, I decided to make a couple of plays on the Angels/Twins game that was already in progress. So, I didn’t “quit” after Pirates/Reds on Friday after all. Both the plays on Angels/Twins were accurate, and Friday’s profits (and for the week) from my sports investments went up even further.
UPDATE #2: Two hours after the 1st update (after I’d finished doing some errands), I went back to investing and made a play on Giants/Dodgers with the game already in progress (and won), and shortly after that I made a play on Boise State/SD State (won) and Air Force/SJ State (won). So, all in all, a nice run of profits on this day. Each day this week was profitable.
These words are here to stay… Facts…
So, you wonder why people don’t communicate effectively. I have a policy of leaving my door open and that’s a symbol that people can come and talk to me.
I was asked back in August to provide my availability for September to a place that I help out at. I submitted it. I was not given a courtesy email or phone call about scheduling. Long story short, I just happened to be logged into my Zoom one evening and a student came on. I had not been notified beforehand but I took the lesson on. Anyway, no further communication came for subsequent weeks for the rest of the month.
Now, let’s get serious here. When I run my classes, I actually plan out lessons, which is not something that everybody does. In fact, I was asked a few times to pass on my lesson plans to unprepared instructors at the facility.
For several months in the past, I negotiated with the students in my morning school to end classes half an hour early (with the agreement that those students receive 30 minutes’ worth of homework for the early dismissals) — so that I could commute via a Lyft/Uber to the evening school in time to help out there.
I did not truly receive any praise or recognition for doing that.
In fact, it feels like I’m being talked to only when people want something from me. I’ve communicated this before to the people in charge — I expected to be treated like a Patrick Roy or an Ed Belfour… people who were deemed to be egotistical and who, as the perception was, expected to be pampered and treated like a superstar. And why not? I plan out lessons. I take a Lyft/Uber after ending class early in morning school just to make it in time for the evening facility. What? Am I stupid for making the effort?
I’ve even communicated the fact that I would like to be talked to. I even showed a video clip of the final episode of “Unhappily Ever After” where Floppy Bunny “dies” after he is ignored. The male instructors there don’t say hi. You’d say hello to them and they just glare at you and go about their own business. (So, I just stopped saying hello because fellow instructors don’t want to talk.) The leaders there would rather chitchat and laugh at jokes and joke around instead of updating me on scheduling. There were times where literally every week there was miscommunication and/or errors on my schedule. Wrong times. Showing up when there were no classes. One winter later afternoon (January) I showed up because I was scheduled, only to find out there actually was not any class. So, I left, but the number of mistakes with scheduling happened so frequently.
I would arrive early and sit in my assigned classroom and be there with the door open for quite a bit of time. Nobody would come in and talk. They were always busy chitchatting and joking around. Then when the class started, one of them came in to ask me what teams I was “betting” on that day. I was annoyed but I said Boston. I was told to “put 200 bucks down on that” and it distracted me from what I was doing.
When I requested time off, I was told it was impossible. Yet I later found out that another instructor was allowed to leave for Guatemala for 10 days on a missionary trip. Another one was given permission to travel to San Diego. I was not allowed the time off that I had requested. (And, as mentioned, I wasn’t given the courtesy of any notice/update for the current month of September.)
And one day I was literally sitting in the room when one of the leaders was talking to a student, and the two of them were saying that one instructor had a habit of not responding to texts or calls until the next day. So, I saw that as something that we were all allowed to do. After all, again, am I stupid for always responding promptly? Another time I was told that when I mark people’s essays, I do a thorough job that others don’t do…which doesn’t make me feel good since I do what an instructor is expected to do while others (apparently) cut corners and are preferred over me.
One of the worst things is that since COVID19 happened, I had been afraid of Asian hate crimes. That’s a legitimate concern. Yet whenever I’ve raised that concern, I’m laughed at and told not to worry about that. In my opinion, when one goes about not thinking about something like that, that’s when you let your guard down and something *might* happen. It’s a legitimate concern….so much so that I’d virtually stopped taking public transit. I take Uber/Lyft to get there.
Okay, you could make the case that that’s my problem. However, what if I raise concerns about matters related to the business? For instance, when I specifically said that whoever had posted on the social media site that the person had made a bunch of typos and grammatical errors (which looks bad for a school and the posts themselves were “teaching” grammatical/writing points), nothing was done about it.
I mean, what’s going on here?
These words are here to stay… Re: My sibling treats me as a non-person, etc.
These words are here to stay. I’m not hiding anything.
I’m not deleting my thoughts. These are my experiences, and this is my platform to share my thoughts.
I had a boss lady before named Ch– who scolded me before for having “thoughts.” It’s as though I’m not allowed to think. Not allowed to say things on my mind.
But here we go again. I bought a home last year. I allowed my older sibling to live with me. And she decides it is a good idea to pay only $500 rent — and she insists on giving cheques and I’m not allowed to cash them until days after the 1st of the month. $500!!! In this city, in this province in Canada where we live, that amount is an insult.
I’m not one to make a fuss, but my older sibling treats this place like she owns it and orders me to do things and COMPLAINS often that there isn’t enough space and why my storage room is being hogged for my own work office. Or why there isn’t enough space in the fridge. Well, again, my older sibling is paying only $500.
An Uber driver recently told me that I should indeed let my sibling stay and “take care of” this sibling. At least the Uber driver spoke to me like a man. My boss lady Ch– scolded me like I’m a monster for sharing my experience of this nightmare situation. It’s as though my boss lady condones my sibling’s actions and behaviour.
No, I’m not going to look for a lawyer as an acquaintance once suggested. (This acquaintance had seen these posts on this website.) I mean, we are all on this earth for a limited amount of time. After I pass away — and if I am the first to go — then good luck to my older sibling after that.
I have a boss named James who says we are friends. No, not true. Even though James knows about my situation, he has informed me he doesn’t want to get involved. In my mind, that’s not a friend. So let’s not talk about being my friend if my situation is not important enough for one to get involved in.
I had a former boss named Kiran who would ask me what was going on in my life. If I said anything about issues I was facing, he turned it around and said I was saying these things to get attention. Excuse me? If you’re going to be saying that, then why are you asking me for?
And unfortunately there are so many negative people around. I recall this guy named Lou. Arrogant prick. Lou’s a talkative fellow who talks about sports. Yet when it was a known fact that I had written several sports books, the guy never once congratulated me or asked me about them. There was one particular incident when he was smoking on the street and I came up to him and said hello. He couldn’t bother to strike up a conversation with me. Yet when another mutual acquaintance showed up, he was chatting it up with him. So shortly after, when Lou came to my workplace to visit (he knew others in the workplace), I did not acknowledge him. He tapped my shoulder to ask why I was so quiet. Yeah. Sure.
Anyway, I guess if family treats you like that, it’s not surprising that others like Lou do too.
But this week I’m back in the doghouse. On Sunday, my older sibling — again the one who pays $500 to live with me — started giving attitude and throwing things out of the fridge — loudly and rudely — saying that there was no space in the fridge, I interjected and said that it was poor attitude so maybe I should not cater to her anymore for her constant food orders. (My sibling has a habit of asking me to order for food delivery using my DoorDash app but not paying me upfront, and if I don’t, my sibling throws a fit.)
Since that day, my sibling has decided that I’m a non-person. No more speaking to me. I’m back to being invisible. So, if I were to discuss this, my boss Ch– would scold me and say stop thinking. And in fact, my boss Ch– would very likely say that my older sibling did nothing wrong.
I give up. There are many Lous and Kirans and Jameses and Ch–s in the world. Nobody gives a damn what I think or say. So be it. Goodbye world.





