It seems like the less I have to do in a day, the more disorganised I am. How is that possible? Yesterday all I had to do was wash the dishes, have something to eat and be at work by one thirty, but I still ended up neglecting the dishes, making it there barely on time and nearly passing out behind the counter because all I’d had to eat was a rissole between two slices of bread. That’s not what I call getting it right vis-à-vis time management. Even now I still haven’t dealt with the dishes or had a nutritious healthy breakfast.

I think my new broadband has a lot to do with it. And that marathon of House dvds.

OK, I now resolve to go and do Those Essential Things That Must Be Done. While I’m here though, other things that have happened in my life include:

* Work is lame because they don’t have enough ppl and keep asking me to, well, work. Which I’m not into.

* I spent waaaaaaaaaay too much money on clothes and still have to pay to get my pants altered. I could also use a few new ties to go with those nice new shirts…

* I just downloaded Skype. Is it any good? Will someone Skype me so I can try it out?

* I am officially registered as a relief teacher in 12 schools. All I need is for someone to get sick / go on an excursion / etc and I will be ready to leap into action green-power-ranger-style. Awesome.

* My neck hurts. I think I slept on it wrong. Ouch.

This week I am giving many resumes to schools to be a relief / substitute teacher. I don’t exactly know what the job involves, but I assume there is a significant shouting component. Should be fun.

Anyway, this is from a blog called rateyourstudents (and no, I’m not listed on ratemyteachers):

Sarcastic Sammy from Silver Lake On Lies.

I lie.

Let me be specific - I lie to students.

Last term I told students I was not going to hand back assignments as two had plagiarized. They were going to have the opportunity to come to my office, in private, and give me a written explanation of what they did with a signed guarantee this would not happen again.

The truth was I had spent the weekend with a box of wine and a case of pepperoni sticks that were past the expiration date. I hadn’t looked at any student work.

Three students gave me a written confession.

I hope that some day I will be as awesome as this guy.

On the weekend we all went out to Tom’s sister’s birthday party. We started at Mad Monk cafe in Fremantle, which is just awful and overpriced, but then had cocktails at the Sail and Anchor, which was actually not bad. During cocktail time, Tom’s sister and her boyfriend got drunk and went off to yell at each other for an hour or two. We sat and waited for them, but by the time they were done we had to go home.

The next day, I met up with volunteer group who monitor seagrass health down in Rockingham. I haven’t worked with them for three or four years, but they asked me to come and help out with measuring seagrass patches in Safety Bay. When I got there, however, it turned out that they had assumed I wasn’t going to show, and had called up someone else. In the end, they actually had to kick this perfectly nice young woman off the boat to fit me on board. It was pretty embarrassing. Do I have a reputation for flakiness? Maybe. Meanwhile, the actual seagrass research part went fine. I’m going out again with them next week.

This week I’ve just been doing a bit of work at the bottle shop. I guess I’ve become used to the boredom, but now they’re short on staff because they’ve transferred the assistant manager and they’ll probably keep calling me in at short notice. That will bring a whole new level of annoyance. In fact, when they did that at my last bottle shop job, I quit. So maybe I’ll get driven to the point of resigning. That’s something to look forward to. I’d never have to wear that oversized polo shirt again. Or have lunch in the roach-infested staff room. Or ask someone whether they have a PIN for their credit card. Or watch people walk barefoot over all the smashed glass in the car park. That would be sweet.

I’m also looking for relief teaching work. See above.