Minnie’s Musings

Three days in to teaching part time (one-to-one and adult learning) and my brain has already died. I can feel the cells pitching themselves over the cliff face a la Thelma and Louise screaming about where I can shove my power points as they launch into the sunset.

Lord! It’s not like I am teaching six or seven different year groups or trying to get to know a new form. And I know where the photocopier is, because the buildings are either so small it’s quite easy or the photocopier is my printer, in my office, on top of the mini filing cabinet.

Which, incidentally (the printer not the filing cabinet), threw a massive temper tantrum after I fed it indigestible fake Canon ink cartridges and took to printing everything with offset text so it looked like you needed your eyes checked. I have now soothed it with the genuine article and will have to exert a Costa ban on myself for the rest of the month to pay for them.

This is unfortunate as the only place to have lunch in the vicinity of my one-to-one is the Costa. After a good hum and haw today, I decided to confine myself to a sandwich and fruit juice. And then made a hash of it by picking the posh hand and cheese toasty.

I have also left my wireless mouse in the boot and it’s too cold and wet to be bothered fetching it. So I am using the left hand, vertical, wired mouse I bought by mistake which I keep meaning to give to my sister. And I have just had to correct my spelling of verticle – sorry vertical – which I spell correctly every week of the working year.

Arghhhhhhhh!

Wine…. wine…. it’s hump day… I can have wine….