The strange case of the disappearing job.

Well, here we are back in Auckland, one day into a normal working week.  Winter’s coming on here, and the nights are drawing in and the clock goes back next week.  I’m still sitting in shorts though, and the window is wide open, and the weather forecast says it’s going to be 21°C tomorrow.  Oh well, it’s a hard life. 

Now for my next rant.  Looking back over our time in the school, it’s hard to take on board how many promises were made to us, and then broken. For example, we were enticed to the school with the offer of the houseparent’s job, with a new flat on the premises which was to be totally renovated and decorated for us.  We were even shown swatches of material and colour charts, which seemed to us that the school was actually serious about us having the job.  The first cracks appeared though, about month or so before we were due to take up the post, when we were told that ‘the renovation was a little more complicated than first thought, and would take a little longer’, and we were offered a temporary cottage about half a mile from the school.  What we didn’t realize until we moved in was that one of the other teachers from the school had been turfed out with 24 hours notice.  Poor chap, we didn’t find out until later.  What we did find out though was that the house parents job had evaporated, as a northern queen bee at the school had decided that her and her husband needed the status, spat her dummy out, and threw tantrums, so that the management at the school crumbled, and we finished up living in the ‘temporary’ accommodation for three years, until we got fed up and voted with our feet.  I wonder if we do have a case for constructive dismissal.  Watch this space.