Showing posts with label Job security. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Job security. Show all posts

Thursday, June 23, 2016

The Holy Grail


Welcome back, readers.



*Cue fanfare*

Today I accepted a Social Studies position at a public middle school in a nearby school district.  I'll be teaching 8th grade American History (they call it 'Individuals in Society' up here, considering it's a MYP International baccalaureate school and they're really into the cultural acclimation at this school), and I'll be starting the Tuesday following Labor Day.

The long quest for a contract position is over.  One year and one week to the day after returning home to Michigan.

That's not to say I've been unemployed this whole time, though;  far from it, readers.  I've been working my ass off, but it's never been under a long-term contract, and the pay wasn't what I had been making in Florida.  Now, finally, I'll be back to where I was at in Osceola County, and back to a level of stability and regularity I haven't seen since June of 2015.

This is what I expect teaching U.S. History will be like.
This opens up many doors for the Houghs, namely that we'll finally be able to start looking for houses to buy instead of rent (we'll probably start looking this winter after the holidays, since we renewed our current lease and will be in our current rental until June.)  I can't even begin to describe how much I loathe our current house.

Anyway, just wanted to share that bit of good news this evening.  Yours Truly is back in the saddle, ready to wage educational warfare on a brand new horde of young minds.

Get ready for craziness. . .


- Brian


Sunday, April 15, 2012

The Quest

Hi gang,

You've heard me discuss, at great length, the current housing dilemma in which Kris and I have found ourselves; namely, whether we should a.) continue renting, or b.) buy.  A month ago, this dilemma didn't exist - buying was out of the question.

The Great Debate.
Now?  Not so much.

A couple months ago, Kris and I were both actively looking for work outside of Florida, as we were getting tired of all the congestion, separation from family, etc.  As if to hasten our job search, the house we're currently renting is going up for sale at the end of the summer, which means we'll either have to find work elsewhere and move before then or else dive into another rental property.

The problem?  There's NOTHING around here that's as big and cheap as our current house:  we scored a huge deal when we signed our lease, and with home buying at an all-time low - and rentals throughout the greater Orlando area at an unheard-of 98% rate - rental prices are sky-high. 

For example, in order to get a similar 3-bedroom/2-bathroom house in the Southchase/Hunter's Creek area - where we'd like to stay - we'd have to increase our monthly rent by at least $200 - $300.  That's an additional couple hundred bucks we'd have to pluck off the ol' Money Tree out back on a monthly basis.  Not so awesome.  And while this whole rental situation is indeed sobering, it's nowhere near as sobering as the prospect of manning up, digging in, and buying a house.

Thank God we weren't in this situation in 2008. . .
True, as the housing crisis has staved off, and property values reached rock bottom, the risk of buying a house down here in Florida has diminished greatly; but it's the idea of permanency that scares us most about buying a house.  That's a long-term commitment, and even though I have pretty good job security at my school, that's at least five or six years more of living outside of Michigan.

That's a long time for kids to grow up without having additional family around.

More or less.
Anyway, as our job searches out of state continued to produce nothing, and our end-of-summer deadline began to loom ominously in the distance, we decided that we'd have to seriously weigh the pros and cons of renting vs. buying in the area.  What we've learned in the process has completely changed our outlook on our current housing options: we could buy a house and pay much less per month than if we were to rent an identical house.

This is crazy.

So, the Great House Quest has officially begun.  Over the last couple weeks, we've spent hours upon hours listing our must-haves, our it'd-be-pretty-cool-to-haves, and our if-we-were-super-rich-and-could-have-its, and we've come down to a list that we've started taking around to realtors.  We know we want three bedrooms (four preferred), two bathrooms, a two-car garage, AC and washer/dryer, a fenced-in yard and covered back patio, and the house has to be zoned for A-rated schools (Alayna will be starting Kindergarten in a year and half. . . which is just plain scary).

A tall order, perhaps, but we're picky-ass people.

Capt. Steve
Kris knows a couple realtors and brokers through her Order of Extraordinary Moms and library play groups, so we were fortunate enough to have a pool of talent to start with.  Through these contacts, we got in touch with a no-nonsense realtor named Steve, who quickly produced a list of eight or nine houses for us to look at yesterday.  All of them would keep us paying basically the same amount of money per month in expenses, and were mostly in pretty good school zones, and each had their pros and cons. 

Here are some stand-outs from our all-day housing adventure:


House #1:  
Pros:  Two, huge living rooms, lots of trees in the backyard, vaulted ceilings, huge kitchen
Cons: Small back patio with torn screens and moldy carpet (who puts carpet outside?), no room for pool, shitty garage, small bedrooms


House #2:
Pros:  AWESOME condition - automated sprinkler system, new roof, pavers, garage door, etc..  Sellers are original owners, there's a garden and tree orchard in the backyard, a shed FULL of tools, vinyl fencing, big bedrooms, gothic-looking safety bars on all the windows, and a large, screened-in patio in the back. 
Cons: Same square-feet as our current house, so we'd have to get really creative with the storage issue, as we'd be losing our Library and Play Room.  Plus, there's this huge, ceramic Virgin Mary statue cemented into the front.  Which is kinda creepy.


House #3 
ProsHUGE house!  Five bedrooms (four upstairs with the master downstairs), three bathrooms, two stories with a hallway overlooking the living room below, huge garage and large fenced-in backyard, big shed.
Cons:  The inside looks like a cross between the Simpsons home and the set of a '70s horror/porn flick - we'd have to repaint everything.  Plus, the carpet was absolute garbage, and would have to be replaced immediately.  Kitchen and the shed are kind of in rough shape, too.


House #4 
Pros:  Model homes, custom-designed and built from scratch - could customize it right from the get-go and get a really, awesome home for a great price.  Excellent floor plan and brand-new appliances.  Safe neighborhood with pool. 
Cons:  Located way out in St. Cloud, which would mean an extra 30 minute commute for Kris to/from work (mine would stay the same).  Also, no fence in the backyard - we'd have to install one, which would be pricey.

Lots of options to consider here, folks, and plenty of crap to think about.  I'll get back with you when we figure out what the hell we're going to do. 

Stay tuned,

- Brian

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Five Years in Florida

This week has been cold as shit.

We were just in Michigan for two weeks, and I swear to Christ it was warmer up there.  If it's going to be this cold down here in the sub-tropics, we should by all accounts be getting some snow.

God knows we didn't get any up in Clare.
Anyway, with the Holidays over and done with, the mundane routine of daily life once again resumes.  I always hate this time of year; I'm a big fan of interior illumination, so having to pack up all that festive yule into dusty, old storage bins for eleven, long months is a horribly depressing affair.  

I can't help but assume that this is what Malakili was feeling when the Rancor was killed in Episode VI.

Fortunately for Yours Truly, Kris took the initiative and dismantled the Christmas Tree this year - I can't stand doing that.

With the decorations down, and the New Year upon us, Kris and I had no choice but to return to work... amidst much fanfare and excitement (pfft).  As could be expected, all of our kids were dragging their feet coming back from two full weeks off of school.  Not even the thrilling exploits of Alexander the Great could distract them from their new, neglected X-Boxes and PS3s and flashy new smartphones.

...and everybody know how much kids love Ancient Greece!

This week also marked the Five Year Anniversary of our move down here to Central Florida.  When we moved down here in 2007, we had no intention whatsoever of becoming permanent Florida residents.  Nay, we did so with an initial five- or six-year plan in mind, which is as follows:
  1. Move to Florida
  2. Obtain teaching positions
  3. Obtain Masters in Education
  4. Obtain Professional Certification
  5. Obtain Loan Forgiveness
  6. Obtain job back in Michigan
  7. Move Back
As of right now, I'm on Step 5 - I should receive Loan Forgiveness by the end of this year (at a Title I school, this is granted after five years, so I'll get it by the end of the school year).  Since our national economy is currently in the crapper - and Michigan doing worse than most other states, due to the huge hit manufacturing has taken there - finding work back home in the Midwest will be nigh impossible.  I've been fortunate enough throughout this recession to remain steadily employed, and, now that I'm professional certified, I have a decent degree of job security as well (which is saying a lot in today's job market).

So next year, who knows where we'll be.  We could be here, in Orlando, or we could be back in Michigan, or we could be somewhere else entirely.  Who knows.  What we do know is that we have to move out of our current residency by July, as our landlord is anxious to sell the house.

This means that, come summer time, we'll be forced to either:  a.) find jobs back in Michigan and orchestrate a cross-continental move by the time our lease runs up in July, or else b.) find another house down here in Orlando thats the same size and in an equally safe neighborhood for a similar price (which will be extremely difficult, since we got a great deal on our current house).

Of course, there's always c.) sell our belongings, join the circus, and teach our kids how to juggle, swallow swords, grift, and con normies at games of chance.  Either way.

- Brian

Friday, May 7, 2010

Tenure


I shouldn't have to tell any of you that the economy these last couple of years has been nothing short of horrifying.

Yet, unless you're in the educational profession personally, you probably have no inclination as to how truly volatile the employment situation is for teachers and educational professionals today. Its a nightmare.

When I started out three years ago, things weren't so bad. But by the end of my first year, the axe came down and quite a few people had to be let go. Being a Temporarily Certified Teacher, I was at the bottom of the totem pole, and therefore the most at risk for being terminated. Yet, somehow, I survived the lay-offs and was invited back for a second year.

The situation (and the economy) only got worse the following year, when even more teachers and staff at our school were let go. I was so horrified of the prospect of losing my coveted salary job that I began looking into Plan Bs (none of which sounded fun in the slightest). Then, once again, I was invited back again for a third year. Huzzah for me - a lot weren't so lucky.

Down here in Florida, you have to teach for three years on annual contracts before you can become Professionally Certified. When you receive your Professional Certificate, you are pseudo-tenured, and are guaranteed a job within the district for five years. That's when you get your grown-up pants and can stop breaking into fearful anxiety attacks at work.

Well, after three years of surviving the guillotine, yours truly finally received his long-awaited Professional Certificate, and now have some degree of long-term job security. What happens after five years, who knows... but for right now, this guy's celebrating.

Slainte,

- Mr. Hough