So my boss from Primary Job has been asking me since... forever-- if I would teach classes on Saturdays. I have always said no, because we go to visit Alexandre's family so much that I don't want to commit to anything that requires a Saturday schedule, even a fixed Saturday schedule. This boss offered to have me teach 3 Saturdays out of the month, taking my class on the 4th Saturday. That's nice of him and all, but still problematic because we don't go visit on a set schedule. I tried working Saturdays at the other job when I first started, but I ran into all the same problems and I simply don't need the money badly enough.
Anyhoo. Yesterday, one of the other teachers from Primary Job came up to me and said, "oh, so Danielle, our boss told me that you're taking over my Saturday class."
"He did?" I asked. "Because I said I couldn't the 6 times he asked me last week."
"He did," she said. "I already told my students."
I sighed. "Well if you already told him months ago that you can't teach it anymore, and if I already told him I couldn't start, then I guess it's just his problem." I don't think I used those words exactly, but sometimes it's really hard to conceal my frustration with this guy.
Sure enough, the boss called me today to ask me yet again to teach on Saturdays. It's like talking to a wall. He was going on and on about how he was really "in a jam" (don't ask me who taught him that phrase) and couldn't I just do him this one favor? To get him off the phone, I said I'd think about it and tell him after my night classes.
The conversation went something like this:
Boss: Danielle, about the Saturday classes. Did you think about it?
Me: I did, and like I said before, I don't want to commit to it. I can't be available enough, and I don't think it's fair for the students to have different teachers all the time.
Boss: Danielle, I really need you to do this favor for me. I thought we were friends.
Me: [ignoring asinine Michael-esque friend comment] Well, if you think about it, it's not really a favor, because it's long-term. If you just needed me to substitute for one Saturday, that'd be a different story. Besides, I really feel like I show you that I'm committed here. From Monday-Friday, I'm here at all hours, I have classes at 7am and then until 10pm that night, I drive back and forth from the school 2 or 3 times a day. With such an erratic schedule, I really need just one business-ish day a week open to take care of the rest of my life, not to mention to let my boyfriend use his car that I've basically stolen.
Boss: But, you know, I guess I was really counting on you.
Me: Well... if you think about it, I've said from the beginning that I wasn't available on Saturdays. So I don't think I was ever unclear about not being available.
Boss: .... Well, I'm fucked. [starts to pout. Lucky for me, I've had years of training working with elementary school-aged children, so I am immune to the pout.]
Me: Can I ask something? If you were planning to teach the class once a month, does that mean you're available to teach it on Saturdays?
Boss: Well, yeah, but I'm in the same position as you.
Me: Oh, good! That means you understand. Thank you for understanding. [stands up to leave]
Boss: I guess I have to understand. I would never ask you to leave the school just because you can't teach one class. So... thanks... Thanks anyway. [smiles to himself for knowing the phrase. I've come to learn this facial expression. I don't respond. So he tries again.] Thanks anyway.
Me: Right, that's the right phrase. Good night. [leaves.]
In short, I win.