Pissed/ pissed off

Before I’m named and shamed by Health Professions’ Council*, I have to point out that I did not “get pissed with the techy guy” at work on Friday - that was obviously a typo on my part :-) .  That said, it would certainly have made my afternoon more interesting if a really fit IT guy with a nice [...]

My inbox

Last Wednesday morning my class was taken by someone else and I was able to sit and observe.  It was the first time in ages that I’d actually had nothing to do.  I mean, I obviously had something to do, i.e. observe her teaching and learn from it.  But while the students were writing or getting on with other tasks, [...]

Football and stuff

I was feeling pretty apathetic about the football until I got home from work and L. announced he would be commandeering the remote control from 7 till 10pm this evening.  He almost had a seizure when I mentioned that The Apprentice was on at 9 o’clock and that I was rather keen on watching that.  So now I am [...]

Classroom cannibalism

I am really pleased with the progress my students have made since they started their course.  However, after marking their latest lot of homework (writing about what they did at the weekend), I wonder whether I should actually be reporting one of them to the police …
“On Saturday I went to Sainsbury.  After I came back home.  After [...]

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Work in progress

What I like about my job

I can wear jeans to work.
The salary/ pension is reasonable.
I am largely independent.
Some of my colleagues.
I am interested in language development – at least in an academic, theoretical way.
Phonetic transcription.

What I don’t like about my job

SLTs are a homogeneous bunch:  white women in their twenties and thirties, mainly.
This means there [...]

grrrr

I feel a massive moan coming on.  And the gist of it will be … I FUCKING WELL HATE MY JOB!
I really need to change things soon, before I go completly mad.

Blether

I am really tired – not sure why.  I went to bed at 10.30 last night and got up at seven this morning so I shouldn’t be feeling this tired.  Eight and a half hours’ sleep should be enough, shouldn’t it?  Maybe I’m ill.  Maybe I’m just tired of London and working like a lunatic [...]

Kitchen rage

Someone at my workplace is annoyed, and has been putting up angry notices.

Maybe learning how to spell and write in grammatically correct sentences would be a better use of their time.

Back on the treadmill

Well, I survived my first day back at work.
I ended up leaving later than I had planned to this evening – 7.15pm  (not good) … but then I did arrive at the shockingly late time of 10.25 this morning (couldn’t get out of bed), so perhaps I shouldn’t complain.
I had such a lovely break over Christmas [...]