I’m teaching a class this week. For those who don’t know, my company makes software (and no I’m not going into more detail), and I teach people how to use it, and other people how to maintain, troubleshoot, and fix it (the ‘tech’ course, which is what’s going on this week). As of this August 25th, I’ve been in the training department for 2 years, and I’ve been with the company itself for about 4.5 years or something.

I’m getting pretty tired of teaching this particular course.

Don’t get me wrong, I like teaching. I love teaching, in fact, and it gives me a great deal of joy to do my job (when I’m actually doing my job and not sitting on my hands waiting for the next scheduled class), but teaching the same one-week crash course is starting to get on my nerves. I do my spiel, I tell my jokes, I give my test, and I’m done.

I’m done.

I’m ready to move on at any rate, or at least add something to the mix. Jackie is done with her classes in December, so I think I’ll start going back to school at that point. Probably a masters in education. There are more useful degrees, but that’s just fluff as far as I’m concerned: “Education” vs. “Small Group Dynamics” — I’d like something that my grandparents would understand without reading a thesis.

Yeah.

When I finish my masters, I’m going to get a part-time job with a local university. (I could do it now, since I teach for a living and I have a degree, but I’d get all the shitty gigs that no one, including me, wants.) I think I need to do this — the extra money is irrelevant: I want to teach a class where the topic changes — I want to have students who are excited about the subject, instead of excited to get out of work for a week. Maybe I miss college. (Which is funny, because I was a L O U S Y student.)

Maybe that has something to do with it, maybe not. I think, mostly, I’m bored. Unchallenged. In a rut.

Only difference between a rut and grave is the dimensions.