Guess who spent more money today? Sheesh, anyone would think I really did have that Money Tree in my back garden. Yesterday was pay-day though so all is well and good. I didn’t actually leave the flat with the intention of spending money. I left the flat with the intention of discovering the local buses and working out where I need to get off tomorrow morning so I’m not late for my first day at the new job.
I worked it out. Then I had 45 minutes to spare whilst waiting for the bus home. So I went shopping.
We’re toddling off up north on Saturday [Yorkshire, I think] for some family get-together. So I decided that we both needed new tops for that. And I needed a new top [or two ] for work. And then they had two t-shirts for £14 in Burton so I couldn’t resist the temptation to get them for The Blokey. And the young chap at the till charged me the wrong amount for them. Ha! Well, I wasn’t going to tell him … let him suffer for his mistakes. Silly Billy.
So tomorrow I’m supposed to be starting my new job. I say supposed because it’s all a tad confusing. A couple of weeks ago I received a phone call from the new place of work saying that they hadn’t been able to get any references and without the references they couldn’t get my contract drawn up. They’re so daft. You’d think that one school would know that all other schools in the entire country are closed for the summer. Fools. So I gave them home phone numbers and kept my fingers and toes crossed that nobody would mind. I was supposed to hear back. But I didn’t. Somewhere in my consciousness I had a vague recollection of them saying that I would start on the 2nd September.
Today I phoned them up. Have you heard anything about my references? Am I supposed to come in tomorrow? Do I have a contract yet? They don’t know. The Deputy Head didn’t know. The Head isn’t there. Nobody is there. Gosh. Scary. So I’ll go in anyway and see if I get any bemused looks. I know that the kids don’t go back till late next week. It’s very bizarre. But it’s not your average school, so fair’s fair.
I hate starting new jobs. Especially when there’s been such a lack of communication. Bah!
It would be so lovely at this very moment in time if somebody rang the bell and invited me to use their time machine. I would be able to skip forward about a week in advance and this would all be a vague memory in the recesses of my mind. But I doubt it will happen. Which is a shame. But it can’t be helped.
I have flutterings in my belly and I’m really nervous, and I do so wish that I wasn’t. Anyone would think I was only five years old …
I want a glass of wine … mmmm, yummy.
please God bless my dreams tonight xxx Elsabeth
Ooh, yes Susannah, I am buying an iPod … but I didn’t want to tell everyone lest they all think I’m incredibly materialistic. And the money is coming from “other sources” rather than my own back pocket – ssshhh.