Lord on high would you look at the boy now...
Its been a good two fucking years, and I'm sorry to swear but christ I feel its shitting right to cuss at this point.. Two whole years of living without a regualr wage, two years of being teased, yes teased by your mates asking when you're going to get a new job, watching people carry on in life , living and getting paid as well, two years of doubt 50 % of the time, and more doubt the rest of the time..
Two years of having to work in schools as an observer and then as an unpaid lackey doing the job of a teacher who just sits down in the corner surfing the fucking internet while you teach their class, two years of financial oblivion, never knowing if your next loan payment will be paid into your account directly or if the college have messed up and sent a cheque to your home address.. two years of.. I could go on.
Well the whole point to this rant is to saaay, that this Thursday is the last day of unpaid dogsbody work for myself. Any work after this day will be paid and I will feel more like a teacher than a volunteer. I know it feels good, I can feel it already. And all I want to do now is to try and 'live' like anyone else.
Does this make me sound like I'm getting old? I suppose so, but I'm sick of moving about, of living my life out of a toilet bag. I've been doing that since November. I want to settle down now and begin 'living'.
.. Right.. thats the rant over with. Now, "Where the fuck have you been?" may have just escaped your lips, well, like most bloggers at this time of year I've been outside in the glorious sun. The act of blogging is usually a very indoorsy affair and therefore I think it does put a lot of people off, but anyway, I'm doing this at night when its just right to do so.
"What happened to your old site?"- I accidentally killed it, got mad and deleted it. Never matter, its like when a snake sheds its skin, I'm just peelin' baby.
"What have I been up to?"- travelling around the country, getting on with work, worrying about more work I need to do when I'm typing out my feckin' blog and generally lovin' it.
How is everyone else? Give me a sign there is love in the universe, tonight...
(And I haven't seen one episode of BB yet, trying to avoid the cursed programme)...
B x.
Two years of having to work in schools as an observer and then as an unpaid lackey doing the job of a teacher who just sits down in the corner surfing the fucking internet while you teach their class, two years of financial oblivion, never knowing if your next loan payment will be paid into your account directly or if the college have messed up and sent a cheque to your home address.. two years of.. I could go on.
Well the whole point to this rant is to saaay, that this Thursday is the last day of unpaid dogsbody work for myself. Any work after this day will be paid and I will feel more like a teacher than a volunteer. I know it feels good, I can feel it already. And all I want to do now is to try and 'live' like anyone else.
Does this make me sound like I'm getting old? I suppose so, but I'm sick of moving about, of living my life out of a toilet bag. I've been doing that since November. I want to settle down now and begin 'living'.
.. Right.. thats the rant over with. Now, "Where the fuck have you been?" may have just escaped your lips, well, like most bloggers at this time of year I've been outside in the glorious sun. The act of blogging is usually a very indoorsy affair and therefore I think it does put a lot of people off, but anyway, I'm doing this at night when its just right to do so.
"What happened to your old site?"- I accidentally killed it, got mad and deleted it. Never matter, its like when a snake sheds its skin, I'm just peelin' baby.
"What have I been up to?"- travelling around the country, getting on with work, worrying about more work I need to do when I'm typing out my feckin' blog and generally lovin' it.
How is everyone else? Give me a sign there is love in the universe, tonight...
(And I haven't seen one episode of BB yet, trying to avoid the cursed programme)...
B x.