- So I scored another job interview at a job in Tokyo. My oracle tells me that it’s the best international school in Tokyo. Um…shit. In their email they mentioned that they are “very interested” in meeting me and asked if I could bring my teaching portfolio to the interview. All well and good…except I don’t have one. Because I did not have the EQ interview at the end of my degree, I never bothered to make a teaching portfolio thinking it would be pointless. I now realize that it was kind of stupid to just assume I’d be able to skip up to a Principal and ask for a job based solely on my good looks and charm. Of course they want a portfolio, if I was going to pay someone a fair amount of money to do a job I’d want to make sure they weren’t just full of shit and can actually prove they are as awesome as they claim. I was planning on spending Friday hungover and delicate, but I might have be to be delicate while putting together a kick-ass portfolio.
- I spent today with D’Brother. His car was getting serviced so I got to be his courtesy car….except he had to be dragged along to all the things I wanted to do today. He mentioned in our conversation that his gf now makes more money than him so he has to be the “little spoon”. Hilarious, especially considering D’Brother is massive and his gf is much smaller. He was waiting outside a change room for me and the lady at the door said “Oh, when you are going to come out and model for your man, he’s been waiting!!” and D’Brother explained we are siblings and that he very much does not want me to model for him. I stood in the change room and laughed like a little girl. D’Brother and I often get called a couple, I assume because we look entirely unrelated. It’s not like we are nice to each other, in fact we treat each other with a healthy level on contempt. I avoid having any physical contact with D’Brother (because he is wild and hairy looking) and he spends most of his life punching me, trying to trip me or pushing me into stuff. People just must be dumb.
- Yesterday was shitty. I was in preschool for most of the day as the teacher with another relief assistant. The kids just didn’t want to listen and were intent on arguing with me and each other at every opportunity. I had to shout, and I never shout, but I could not compete with their noise. I rather like not yelling, it makes me cranky when I yell – I even told preschool this but they seems to be pretty alright with the idea of me being cross and did nothing to change their behaviour.
- Yesterday was also shitty because I had a plastic cow shoved in my face by an over excited wee one on his first day in preschool and copped four, tiny, sharp plastic hooves to the eye. Fun times, it didnt mark but I do have a bruise on my neck? I also almost embedded my sunnies into my scalp. I had them perched on my head and I leaned down while I was holding the new kid who was crying for a few minutes when he was first left at school and then lifted my head right under the little shelf with the CD player on it. It hurt so bad and scratched my sunnies…but it did lift the spirits of the new kids who was then happy to go off and play. The things I do for these kids!!
- The worst thing about taking brain candy? When you are worried about something but the brain candy suppresses it and you get the very occasional random “flashes” of feeling anxious and an impending sense of doom that you can’t remember why you are feeling that way. Right now I am worried about having enough money for Tokyo and the job interviews, but rather than being worried all the time I just have moments when my stomach drops and I remember why I feel nervous. I don’t know what’s worse, it sucks feeling this flash of dread like something awful has happened and you can’t remember what has caused it, then realizing it’s just general worrying.
- I’m going to sell my button press. I don’t want to take it with me when I go overseas and I don’t want to hold onto it in case I can’t get components for it when I next get around to using it, so I might as well sell it on to someone who will love it as much as I have. I’ve got about 20 components left so I’ll have to make some excellent buttons with the last bits, just to go out on top. I’m not even sad, it just feels like I’ve come to the place where I am ready to let it go. It has been a pleasure to press buttons and I would like someone else to have it now, preferably someone who wanted one as much as I did, because it is every bit as awesome as I thought it would be.
- Best Day Ever – Part Two is tomorrow. Last Thursday was meant to be the best day ever but the lack of tattoo meant that the bestness was forced to carry over onto this Thursday. WIN!! (Though the Polyphonic Spree did quite an awesome job of providing a lot of best-ness) After I am a good granddaughter and drive D’Nanny to an eye doctor appointment (the least I can do, considering the phat cash she gave me) I will collect Jac, SusieQ and Tex from uni and high tail it to the tattoo shop. I insisted last week after he gave us the brush off that we will be leaving this week with a tattoo so hopefully it’s a goer this time. This week I’m going to bus back into uni so I can partake in drunken hijinx…it may be hijinx that no one else partakes in, so slightly boring, but I am painfully overdue to drink too much and believe that I am incredibly funny, interesting and charming. Plus, I get to see Tex again, which is incredibly exciting because she thought I was all those things when I was sober last week, so imagine how impressive I’ll be when I’m thinking it too!!
Have a good Best day ever tomorrow!!!
TIS is a good school! That is fantastic news!!! It is good that you are keeping your options open and I am sure something will come through for you while you are there on your trip!!! It is all exciting!
See you on Sunday! D`Brother is hard to imagine- bring a picture!
Good luck with the job interview and the best day ever tomorrow.
I thought of you last night when I put my ‘morethan coriander’ button on Scott’s pillow.
Ooooh – I get that feeling too! When I am worried about something, I remember I’m meant to be worried and it can take a while before I remember what it is that I’m worrying about… something about feelings being more memorable than fact, or something.
I hope we can at least get one set of ‘published author’ buttons out of that machine before it shuffles along?
ALSO – I wonder what people think when I go anywhere with the bro’s, we’re all so close in age that I guess it could be understandable. Still. ICK.
Lulu, thanks! I am excited about TIS but also TKS, either one would be pretty sweet
I will try and remember to bring a pic of D’Brother.
Beckie, thanks! I’m glad you still like the button
Enny, yes, of course we can get the published author ones! Being mistaken for a bro’d gf is not fun, let me tell you. Beware!!