Bloody hell, I just found a Gucci wallet with £1,340 inside, in £20's, casually left by the photocopier! I have never seen that much money in my whole life! It's more than a month's salary after tax, I'm very tempted to run away. I could have a studio for 13 months with that. or a small one for 26...or a new moped, or a holiday in the seychelles or something. can you believe it? she's clearly not in any panic to retreive it, no one has come running in hysterical or anything, it's been an hour now.she should give me a reward, maybe 340, to round it down. You get no satisfaction from returning things to these students, not like when you find something in the street and you imagine as you hand it in that it belongs to an old lady or something, or a single muvva, i will keep you updated on the reaction... i expect it will involve a casual 'did you find my wallet?' then me going 'yes!yes! here it is, now be careful! are you okay? put it in a safe!' and her wandering over to the dvds and leaving it on a shelf or something.
Ok she came, with a friend just now, 'have you maybe found a wallet?' me: 'yes, you MUST be more careful! that's a lot of money!' by then they were nearly gone and had erupted in giggles...
see???they would no way have noticed £340. damnit!
so things are in preparation for my big move north. I must say it is cheering me to plan these things, my little studio and sticking things on the walls, arranging my lovely books. aaahhhh!
(my king penguin collection is continuing all the time i shall do an update on that tomorrow.)
I have also been enjoying reading and getting back in touch with the literature that I studied while in Leeds, all of which was so fantastic. I am definitely of the school of thought that the classics must be taught at a secondary level. You can't fully understand Shakespeare without Ovid or even so many films without Greek and Roman epic poetry. More important than that though, they are incredible pleasurable to read, and still modern in so many ways.
Epicureanism philosophy says that the way to achieve ataraxia (freedom from fear) is to work at removing pain and living simply. These are two things that i am very eager to achieve! I have pain, and i live complicatedly, but i want to live simply, and i am pretty dominated by fear too... I have decided that i want to make my own cosmetics cause i'm starting to become freaked out by the smell of chemicals! it's not OCD before you say it is!maybe my sense of smell is getting really freakishly good, like that person in 'the man who mistook his wife for a hat' by Oliver Sacks who developed a mental illness where they developed the senses of a dog? ANYWAY, amongst other hippy-ish things, i feel strong tendencies toward homemade clothes and freecycled stuff and everything natural these days, must be age. Although my anger is always riled by how much of an elitist life it is, natural shampoo and stuff is £10 a bottle...the health food shop is a disgrace. it's full of old ladies with loads of money.
The battle of the Daily Mail continues here at work, having subsided without a trace for nearly a month, maybe longer, it has reared its ugly head once again. How could something so so minor ce capable of causing so much anger? Well it bloody is, is my answer to that.
Having successfully achieved the replacing of the Mail with the Guardian, people have complained that they want the Guardian in the staff room and we are mysteriously back to the Mail. I sent an email explaining that it wasn't appropriate for a multinational school to have a paper in the library (not just a paper but one of the only 2 papers, the other being the TIMES!!)
that is against abortion, foreign workers and asylum seekers. I then had the pea-head prick come and say to me 'ooh you seem angry?' because when a woman is assertive, it's read as OOHH shee's eggy! must be on the blob or something ararar! T-W-A-T-S. if they are too stupid to engage in dialogue (they are by the way) then I won't lower myself to their level. 3/4 of the men here just spend all day flirting with the students, i see them, it's bloody rank and totally creepy. i feel sorry for the students, their parents have chosen the school that professionalism forgot, it's all just played by ear, it utterly patheic, and there are no boundaries cause the men who work here have not developed the level of maturity to understand how any of it works, they look in the mirror and think that they're 18. AAAAAARRRGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i just had to talk to the twatface again! he maaaakeeessss meeee MAAAAAAADDDD!!!!hhhhhheeeeeeeYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
aaannnddd thhhaatttt!!! heeeeeyaaaaaaaaa!!
aaaannnnnnnnddd thattttttttt!!! pea-headed CRETIN!!
that's better :)
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