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However, although the work is much less stressful and I have much more time for recreation, I'm finding that I'm somewhat bored. The school where I was previously working was such a pressure-cooker environment that I'm no longer accustomed to work being so "easy." I'd become so used to all hustle and rush and hubbub, not to mention the politicking during school hours and the preparation required after, that something now seems lacking. It's certainly not a complaint. I'm enjoying the extra leisure time and have been using it to the full (although perhaps not as wisely as one ought). Still, I have the sense that I'm not using my experience to its full potential. Many of the people I have been working with are lovely, but seem to have no idea regarding skills-based teaching for children with disabilities. I'm rather loathe at this point to start supplying my point of view, as I realise that I am only a new employee. However, something will have to change soon or I think I shall start going mad with the ennui of it all.
Nonetheless, one does manage to entertain oneself rather well outside of working hours. Remember how I mentioned the misuse of my leisure time? It's been a long, long time, but it seems that my somewhat infamous inability to hold my liquor is certainly still in evidence. I spent Saturday afternoon and night drinking, and early Sunday morning redecorating my bathroom in a delightful Technicolour Hurl colour scheme, using the airspray technique. When I say it went everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE ... including not only the toilet, floor and walls, but also my legs and nightgown. It took me an hour to clean up both the bathroom and have a shower, in between self-imposed respites to ensure that I didn't pass out on the tiles.
I don't think I've ever been so sick since I swallowed half a swimming pool of chlorinated water when I was nine and produced a flash flood of vomit beside my bed. Although I am mostly ashamed of this debacle, I must admit that there is a tiny part of me that is extraordinarily proud. It really was one of the most disgusting things that I have ever produced in my life, and if I still had a functioning camera, I think I would have tried to take a photograph of it for posterity. In my not-so-humble opinion, it was akin to a work of art ... though not one I'm keen to reproduce in a hurry.
That being said, fast-forward 36 hours and I STILL have a headache and a grumbly tummy. I think the most worthwhile endeavour that I could indulge myself in is going back to bed with the feline hot-water bottles in attempt to prepare for a week of hard graft.
By the way - how does one say this? Straight out, I guess. For those of you who have followed this blog for a long time, and who aren't yet aware ... Jonathan and I separated a month ago. I have no further wish to discuss it, and request that readers refrain from comment. However, I would like to take this opportunity to wish him all the best for the future.
you are friggen disgusting :P
