Rain, rain, go away…

Whoever decided I could start a new job with kids, then start up with torrential rain and force them inside for every moment of every day is just a dickface, can I just say. Anyone who can spend eight or so hours in one room with 24 four year olds who are so bored they hurt surely deserves a medal or large cash bonus.

So far, it’s all been alright. The kids are pretty well ok, I have established my favourites and…less-favourites and there have been no major dramas. One vom, a couple of cries, no blood, no rabid parents and no general emergency situations, as far as I’m concerned that’s a win.

I get my first pay next Wednesday which means there is just one more week of crying myself to sleep in a burst of uncontained glee at the thought of being able to support myself like a functioning adult person again. I think I’ve already spent it eight time over in my mind, but in reality I don’t know if I’ll blow through it, I think I might need to wait to be paid again so it sinks in that the big money will occur fortnightly just so long as I kep turning up, so, win.

It’s unrelated, but you might remember the licking game I mentioned that Miss Jones and I play? Well, we still play that game but its now evolved to more along the lines of what could be considered violent sexual assult, should it not be done consentually. It basically involves visciously grabbing at your oppontents crotch and/or chest when they least suspect it so the experience quickly becomes an all-girl pile of thrashing arms and legs while squealing and laughing ensues. It’s a  funny game, try it some time*

*Try it with someone who consents to you touching their no-no place at that particular moment. Attempting this game in places such as the office may result in some strained professional relationships – not everyone enjoys a vadge grab, kids.

** Star this in your readers, kids. Shortest post ever!