1. I hate my new job.
I thought it was just a 'settling in' problem. Everyone told me it was. And that sounded logical: I don't like change and find meeting new people a little overwhelming. But, after 4 weeks I still hate it. HATE IT. It is an awful place. It has:
- a ghastly Head and Deputy who love to bully and demean teachers, reduce them to tears and then cackle hysterically about it in leadership meetings.
- kids who have prosciuttio and fig focaccia for lunch, but who, in many ways, are less endearing than the SOHK Ritalin and Monster Munch addled skip-rats I used to teach.
- results WORSE than School of Hard Knocks, despite being in much 'nicer' area. Hundreds and thousands of pounds spent on i-pads and other fripperies, but no books.
- a toxic smog of fear and distrust amongst everyone. A school should be a really happy community. I have never worked anywhere quite like this.
I am trying desperately to think of a graceful exit from the new place, but no matter how you look at it, to leave a job after such a short time looks terrible. Plus, it's going to be such a bumpy ride with the Head and Deputy, will I even get a decent reference? I don't know what to do, dear readers. I am fucked.
Of course, the money is better where I am now. So, to try to raise my spirits I have set up a Pinterest account, to plan how I should spend it. That is, after I have paid of 5 years worth of debt, of course.
2. Rochester has taken to wearing pink paisley shirts with ridiculous collars.
Me: It's all very 1970s. It's all very The Good Life.
Him: Who in the Good Life? Tom or Jerry?
Me: I was thinking more along the lines of Margo, actually
There is nothing happening with Rochester and me. Occasional textual intercourse. Infrequent phone calls plagued with bad reception (interference from the shirts, I assume). I began to suspect he was having an affair. He denied it quite eloquently by text. The Fanny Rat King appears to be just 'slowing down'. He is settling in to the Parker Knoll easy chair of middle age.
"I am still the best I have ever been, flower. I have all kinds of fanny coming my way. CONSTANTLY. I just cannot be arsed. Been there. I am serious. I am tired. It's all too complex. Fanny broke me in the end. FACT."