I'm knackered. We've been working on the timetable until after 5 most nights, plus my normal jobs of teaching, HOFing and covering the relief.
I didn't even make the short list for the DPs job, so no interview today. Bit gutted, mais c'est la vie.
Many of my colleagues are mentioning that we're having trouble getting enough sleep. Many of us are waking up at 4 or 5 in the morning, and can't get back to sleep. Too many things on our minds. Courses, exams, NCEA, holidays and strikes.
I'm going back to my bed and snuggle (chastely) down beside my beloved.
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TSB (not the arena, the Scotsman) I'm very sorry about the DP job - I thought you'd be superb!
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Thank you Richard[of RBB], I don't mind. I'm a stoic. (sob)
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about the DP job - Can't believe they would give a DP job to Ringo but not to you
ReplyDeleteThanks Fflur. I can hardly bvelieve it either.
ReplyDeleteAh well. 'What fools these mortals be.' And some are complete idiots.
Sorry to hear that. Just remember Groucho Marx's witticism (that Richard of RBB refereed to recently) "I wouldn't want to belong to a club that would have me".
ReplyDeleteMy condolences, just look forward to a long summer holiday of doing whatever the fuck you want...
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