The Art of Dying in Poverty while Working to Death
Working Hard: My Life in Low Paying Jobs, Earning a Living
Are you paid enough?
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I love to teach and teach to love
However, I was never paid enough, for I was the writing program director, the writing center director, and the assistant chair.
Just as the writing program director, I worked about 60–80 hours a week and weekends because I was the boss of some 60 part time instructors and teaching assistants.
Most directors of writing are paid extra at other universities because all universities need them.
One day I was complaining to the Director of Writing that she should adapt ideas that places like Harvard were doing.
She smiled to me and said, “Wayne, I love those ideas, but I have no one here to help me implement those ideas.”
The next year, she walked into my office and smiled:
“Wayne, I am about to resign my position, and we need a replacement, for I think you could do an excellent job because you have studied what other universities do. “
The next day she announced her quitting the position and recommended that I be allowed to take over.
I gladly accepted, but I knew that I would not be compensated for extra work required.
Guess What?
I was the best director and administrators said I did the best job ever as they complained of my replacements who lacked the vision and knowledge to do the job right.
Even a university in California offered me a position as Writing Director because of my innovations were well known, but I declined.
Because I grew up in Californias and it is too expensive to live there.
One was even attacked by professors as being racists and another one graduated from one of the worst universities in America in Texas.
Sadly, I made the exact same pay as other professors, and I was required to publish as all professors.
Furthermore, I was the most published in my department and received many Deawards and publishers contact me weekly wanting me to publish entire books.
Thank you for reading . . . .
My first job was for tips only, and I did that for years. I was also an adjunct or part time instructor for years as finished my PhD, dying of poverty.
I made so little that the US Government gave me all my taxes I paid back and extra because I qualified for assistance.
I felt embarrassed raising two kids and made sure that neither of them majored in English.
Therefore, my daughter majored in math and went to Stanford to graduate with a Masters degree in Engineering.
My son is also well paid because he loved math. . . for both can afford to live in California.
I grew up there and loved it, but our family had to move to a cheaper state.
Do you love the job you have?
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