Isolated Blurt Thread

[TheeGoatPig]

Hope there are some good people there and you are enjoying the new job

(Any hot chicks? )

The only woman that works there is almost old enough to be my mother.

There was a British woman being shown around today with her daughter, that sounded a lot younger than she looked. The daughter was attractive, but the voice was disconcerting how young she sounded. She looked early 20s, but sounded like a 12 year old...

I wonder if I get overtime on a daily basis, or a weekly basis, because I worked well over 8 hours a day all week, but I started on Tuesday, so I can't actually get 40 hours in this week, unless I work an obscene amount of hours tomorrow or come in over the weekend...

 

[NaokoSmith]

Ugh. Waking me up by crawling into the bed in the middle of the night is one thing. Proceeding to steal the covers and lie horizontally across the bed, shoving me out of it so that I keep waking up with my legs hanging off the bed? Time to look into adoption.

 

[Handley_Page]

Ugh. Waking me up by crawling into the bed in the middle of the night is one thing. Proceeding to steal the covers and lie horizontally across the bed, shoving me out of it so that I keep waking up with my legs hanging off the bed? Time to look into adoption.

But does She know that ?

 

[TheeGoatPig]

Really not used to working in an office with so many people in it. I'm used to being alone all day every day. I'm way too paranoid for this. Need to adapt...

 

[TheeGoatPig]

I keep thinking I am going to be exposed as a fraud, even when I am keeping up with my work load (at least I think I am keeping up, I could be ahead or behind, I have no idea how fast other people work).

 

[Handley_Page]

I keep thinking I am going to be exposed as a fraud, even when I am keeping up with my work load (at least I think I am keeping up, I could be ahead or behind, I have no idea how fast other people work).

Just do what you can how ~& when you can.
Let someone else have the problems.

 

[OzoneRed]

I keep thinking I am going to be exposed as a fraud, even when I am keeping up with my work load (at least I think I am keeping up, I could be ahead or behind, I have no idea how fast other people work).

Somebody did a psych study about how people felt about their productivity at work. More than half felt like you do. Most were wrong - they kept getting raises on schedule.

 

[trysail]

What kind of idiots believe you can do this kind of crap:



http://research.stlouisfed.org/fred2/graph/fredgraph.png?g=D7C

and not suffer consequences?​

​

 

[_Lynn_]

My daughter had to put her cat down yesterday. She found him unable to move. Apparently he developed blood clots which left him paralyzed. She got him when he was six weeks old and he would have been eleven next month.

He stayed by me for a year. Whenever I was writing, he would be inside my shirt.

http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn48/alexys_quinn/Lit%20stuff/rawko006.jpg

 

[sheablue]

My daughter had to put her cat down yesterday. She found him unable to move. Apparently he developed blood clots which left him paralyzed. She got him when he was six weeks old and he would have been eleven next month.

He stayed by me for a year. Whenever I was writing, he would be inside my shirt.

http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn48/alexys_quinn/Lit%20stuff/rawko006.jpg

That is so sad. He looks like a charmer.

 

[sheablue]

The neighbor kids have come by and saved mine from my neglect as I try to ignore them and read the FAWC 5 stories. Ahhh, summer!

 

[Handley_Page]

My daughter had to put her cat down yesterday. She found him unable to move. Apparently he developed blood clots which left him paralyzed. She got him when he was six weeks old and he would have been eleven next month.

He stayed by me for a year. Whenever I was writing, he would be inside my shirt.

http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn48/alexys_quinn/Lit%20stuff/rawko006.jpg

Sad.
Sympathy. Mine got mown down by a car.

 

[NaokoSmith]

My daughter had to put her cat down yesterday. She found him unable to move. Apparently he developed blood clots which left him paralyzed. She got him when he was six weeks old and he would have been eleven next month.

He stayed by me for a year. Whenever I was writing, he would be inside my shirt.

http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn48/alexys_quinn/Lit%20stuff/rawko006.jpg

So sorry, Lynn.

 

[NaokoSmith]

Ugh, horrid interview.

And before I went, I was waiting for the bus and a lorry with builders in drove by and they gave me 'the Look'. I was wearing a most suitable outfit! I texted a pic of the top half of it to Swiss Army wife and she confirmed this - adding, "so long as you have a skirt on". eek: I knew I'd forgotten something! No no, I wore linen slacks.)

Anyway, who cares. After the interview I went SHOPPING. And I couldn't decide which pair of shoes to have and one was at sale price so I bought both. And I couldn't decide which dress to have so I bought both.


(Acksherly I do need to get some sunglasses. I tried out a £400 pair with diamante butterflies for a larf; they looked hideous )

 

[Handley_Page]

Let me get this into my head, please.
£400 for a pair of sunglasses ?

ye Gods!

 

[NaokoSmith]

Let me get this into my head, please.
£400 for a pair of sunglasses ?

ye Gods!

Tee hee hee! did you notice, gals, how successfully I diverted him from asking how much I might have spent on the shoes and dresses I actually bought?

http://johnlewis.scene7.com/is/image/JohnLewis/232814609?$prod_lrg$

 

[TxRad]

Tee hee hee! did you notice, gals, how successfully I diverted him from asking how much I might have spent on the shoes and dresses I actually bought?

HP is always swayed by bright and shiny.

 

[NaokoSmith]

HP is always swayed by bright and shiny.

I have noticed he can be easily distracted.

 

[NaokoSmith]

Awww, I am so . Not all of the time. Mostly I am glad to be pottering around at home, trying on my new shoes, instead of tolerating the deadly line managers.

I just don't get it. I mean, I understand now that this is not a rational thing, there is no good reason why the line managers want so desperately to get at me that they will risk their own reputations and careers to do it. It must be an emotional thing. But I still do go: "Why me?". Just as I'm getting a secure foothold on life, feeling happy and enjoying my work. Is it because then I start larfing and larking about, confidently talking about intellectual things, and how to teach, and they hate me for challenging them?

I feel so sad when I think I may not get to carry on teaching. I have the highest retention rates, the highest student satisfaction scores. I know I get students through the modules when without me they would simply disappear under the things life has thrown at them. I get students who have never understood how to read and write, and by the end of my time with them they are turning out polished and properly referenced essays.

And what do I get for that?

I have been watching younger and less experienced colleagues appointed into teaching that I didn't get an interview for.

Now that they gave me an interview, for the second time running they declared I am not competent to teach it - even though it's at a level both above and below teaching I have done in the past - for them as well as for other institutions. A module I have got masses of demonstrable research and teaching expertise in (not that you should need to have research expertise, cuz it's not like regular teaching, the materials are all written for you).

This means that other regions, where I'd started to teach in hopes of getting away from this bunch, will not pick me up for new contracts because I've been declared unappointable.

They do this two days before a big work event I had steeled myself to go to, so I could start taking more part in staff development as they say you should. Colleagues told me they have been invited to interview in two weeks time. I think I was the only one they called in on that day.

I know I've got all the material to take out a formal grievance, blah blah, discrimination, blah blah. But it's so boring.

I just want to teach.

 

[Handley_Page]

HP is always swayed by bright and shiny.

Only if it's electronic stuff; like a new Radio or an interesting Aerial.

Tee hee hee! did you notice, gals, how successfully I diverted him from asking how much I might have spent on the shoes and dresses I actually bought?

How much you want to spend on shoes & dresses is strictly your business, Duchess.
I'm glad I ain't paying the Bill. So the subject is ignored.

Pity you didn't manage to reduce the size of that picture, though, me Dear.
It quite spoiled my screen!

 

[NaokoSmith]

Gah, I was hoping for a quiet morning in the Wifi cafe recuperating from the last few days.

Instead Piglet has woken up with conjunctivitis (highly contagious) so I have spent a jolly couple of hours in the doctor's surgery and pharmacist. Because I am a Super Mom , I have been able to persuade The Authorities to allow Piglet to run in the relay race at Sports Day later, provided she rings a bell and shouts: "Unclean! Unclean!" whenever any other little piglet attempts to approach her.

Piglet was devastated at having to spend the morning off school, while still getting to go to Sports Day, and cried all the way to the X Box

PS It is not my sunglasses which have stretched the thread but Trysail's graph.

 

[Handley_Page]

PS It is not my sunglasses which have stretched the thread but Trysail's graph.

Point taken, Duchess.
I do wish Manu could fit a "shrinker" to his display engine. Then we'd have big things more appropriately sized.

 

[NaokoSmith]

My day:
Get up and finish editing and manage to post Nude Day review blogpost.
Piglet gets up, her eye is clearly still infected so keep her home from school to prevent her infecting all other little piglets.
Cook breakfast.
Manage to contact student I was to meet this afternoon, who thankfully has ducked out so I don't have to although I worry in case she will flunk the module if I don't get round to see her soon.
Start to set up online tutorial.
Colleague contacts me to say he would like to come to jolly knees up I have been organising. As he is my Best Friend Forever colleague, feel obliged to say: May not happen, and if I were you, I would keep well away from Naoko Nuclear Toxic Smith as the Managers and I are shaping up for the big fight.
I teach online tutorial, with one student whose software crashes so he can't join in, another whose microphone doesn't work and a third I can't hear properly but they both go away happy and I promise the other student I will talk him through the notes on the phone.
Meanwhile, the cats bring a frog in twice and I have to jump up and rescue it screaming from their jaws until I put it in a bucket on the table to join the tutorial.
I wonder as I teach if I will ever get to teach again.
Piglet is very good and only comes out right at the end to ask what is for lunch.
Do lunch, then start to sort out what to give the cub scouts for their supper.
Cats bring the frog back twice more although owing to my clever frog-saving strategic skills I do eventually save him.
Line Manageress emails me twice about a very simple formal request that she ratify a late extension. She keeps saying I don't need to tell her about the students. I say: No, babycakes, I do need to tell you, it is the rules. If an assignment is over 3 weeks late, I have to ask you if it is OK for me to give the extension. She still doesn't get it. In her second email, she adds: Oh where were you at the weekend, it was such fun.
I am so happy to hear they all had such fun.
I have to explain to her that I have been declared unappointable for two modules I could teach underwater using a clownfish for a pointer and add that I am surprised this news has not been passed on to her, given she is currently my direct line manager. So I did not really feel like going and having such fun with them all weekend.
Just as I am about to cut the chips for tea, I open the food bin and find it is completely seething with crawling white maggots. I manage to phone the council and they advise me to take it out and re-bag it or the binmen may not take it. Yes, dahlinks, by hand. But that's OK, I grew up in Africa. I once had a jigger - which is maggots in your foot, so normally I would go: "Ugh ugh! Hahaha!" but today I am not in the FUCKING mood for it.
Unusually, I log into my work email in the evening. I see a message from my Line Manager, sent at 17.50, in response to Monday's request he give me feedback on why he feels I'm unappointable, to let me know he is going on holiday early tomorrow morning and will be delighted to give me feedback on 18th July. Which I know is after all the other people were interviewed, cuz for some reason (oh I wonder why) they are being interviewed ten days after me.

So that was my day.
Ciao ciao, dahlinks. Maybe back tomorrow, but forgive me if it takes a day or two.

 

[TxRad]

I hope I never have to reload Vista on anything.

It's worse than I remember.

 

[SweetMaj]

I hope I never have to reload Vista on anything.

It's worse than I remember.

I'll drink to that...

Cheers...hic!