"Am I awake yet?"
Consonant reader,
It seems that, in starting my job back in.. well, what seems like 7,000 years ago now (2 months really) I've had to get used to a different routine in my life.
No more getting up when I want to (Although I'm usually an early bird anyway, 8 o'clock constituting a lie-in) and lazing around the day. No way pardner! Now I have to get up at 6.30 to leave the house at 7, drive for 50 minutes on back roads narrowly missing farmers, tractors and more commonl, farmers driving tractors which can be a right royal bugger only to get into school at silly o'clock. By which time I've forgotten about breakfast or any kind of food because I'm trying to sort out every-bleedin-thing else..
Then I have lunch (when I have time to eat it) for half an hour because I'm doing computer club or duty around the school or tending to one of my form group because they have an upset tummy or something else so I have to phone their parents for the 43rd time that week.
And then half asleep I return home usually around 6 in the evening, a bit knackered but quietly satisfied.
Sure, its tiring. And at this time of year anything frigging thing is a pain in the ass. But I do like it, don't get me wrong. But sometimes, because I'm on the go so much, I mingle my words, don't think straight and start saying silly things. I said 'ploppy disk' the other day, and called a boy 'dad' at one point. I had a year 9 group and told them to be quiet by shouting 'Be quiet year 8' to which they all turned around to correct my one-year-out gaff.
I've been driving home in the dark, staring at the car in front of me whilst having a waking dream where the car infront looks like it was in a desert and I was a weird bird flying behind it. And looking at computer screens all day as I'm sure you all know makes your eyeballs turn into cracked glass.
I need more sleep. That week off just last week wasn't enough.
zz..zz
B x.
It seems that, in starting my job back in.. well, what seems like 7,000 years ago now (2 months really) I've had to get used to a different routine in my life.
No more getting up when I want to (Although I'm usually an early bird anyway, 8 o'clock constituting a lie-in) and lazing around the day. No way pardner! Now I have to get up at 6.30 to leave the house at 7, drive for 50 minutes on back roads narrowly missing farmers, tractors and more commonl, farmers driving tractors which can be a right royal bugger only to get into school at silly o'clock. By which time I've forgotten about breakfast or any kind of food because I'm trying to sort out every-bleedin-thing else..
Then I have lunch (when I have time to eat it) for half an hour because I'm doing computer club or duty around the school or tending to one of my form group because they have an upset tummy or something else so I have to phone their parents for the 43rd time that week.
And then half asleep I return home usually around 6 in the evening, a bit knackered but quietly satisfied.
Sure, its tiring. And at this time of year anything frigging thing is a pain in the ass. But I do like it, don't get me wrong. But sometimes, because I'm on the go so much, I mingle my words, don't think straight and start saying silly things. I said 'ploppy disk' the other day, and called a boy 'dad' at one point. I had a year 9 group and told them to be quiet by shouting 'Be quiet year 8' to which they all turned around to correct my one-year-out gaff.
I've been driving home in the dark, staring at the car in front of me whilst having a waking dream where the car infront looks like it was in a desert and I was a weird bird flying behind it. And looking at computer screens all day as I'm sure you all know makes your eyeballs turn into cracked glass.
I need more sleep. That week off just last week wasn't enough.
zz..zz
B x.