Friday, no Saturday, can’t come soon enough. I am quite over being a teacher this week. If I go into details we may both be here into next week and I may be minus a job. Let us just say that I really, really need those holidays to start at the end of next week.
The guys in our IT team threw a morning tea for the ladies this week as a thank you for all the morning teas we share with them. Of course, their wives and girl friends prepared most of it, but one guy did spend a small fortune at the deli buying cheese, olives and sliced meats. They brought in enough for two days of morning teas and maybe even a little for tomorrow. Well done, gentlemen!
I read of a private school in South Australia who are fighting with their employer over the employer wanting to cease providing them with meals during the day. I can’t understand what justification the teachers could possibly have to expect their employer to provide lunch for them each day. We get milk, tea and coffee provided and we think that is fantastic. Teachers at government schools don’t get anything – a fridge to place the food they bring from home is about it. Some people don’t realise how pampered they are…
I spent the night with Daughter1 and family earlier this week when I had some PD in the city. D1 told Petite Fille that Grandma was coming later in the day and every time she said Grandma, Petite Fille would reply “woof”. I would like to think that Petite Fille was remembering that we were trying to teach her to say “woof” during her last visit. “What does Augie Dog say?” and then we would answer “Woof” while Petite Fille just stared at us like we were half crazed. I prefer not to think that she was calling me a dog. Don’t go there gentlemen, not today, not if you want to continue breathing.
Back to the city this weekend to play with Petite Fille while her parents pack to move out during renovations. I am also gifting them a week of my vacation time. They get the hard lifting, I get the love!