It’s Over, It’s My Turn Now

Only four more days of work left, I took Monday off to spend with Miss Jones*. There are three parents who are super shitty that I am leaving (shitty at the bosses for not trying to keep me), another three or so that are moderately upset because their kids enjoy having me as their teacher, and forty other parents who could give a shit because I am merely someone to ensure their kid doesn’t injured in the 10 or so hours they spend in my care. It’s OK, I have dealt.

*Tomorrow, Miss Jones is back in Brisbane and is having some goodbye drinks. I didn’t expect to see her when she was back, I thought she’d have too much to do but I get to see her tomorrow and Monday. Super exciting! We’ve already done the final goodbye business, so this is just kinda like “bonus time” which is just fun. Also fun because I get to drink tomorrow night! I haven’t had the chance/inclination to drink for ages, now I have to choose what to drink. Decisions, decisions.

I’ve applied for an insurance job. I think I’ve got a good chance of getting it, considering my insurance experience and I think my application was pretty good so fingers crossed! It’s based near the CBD but there is 12 weeks of training in a suburb right by my house, that’s three months of my favourite thing and then when I start working I can move out to where I want to live and work will be handy. It seems like it will all work well so with any luck, I’ll get it. The best part is that it’s a job I can do and then walk away from in the arvo and not have to do anything at until I start the next day.

Bootcamp is officially over. I took most of this last week off because I was just wrecked from being sick and had no energy but I dragged myself back this morning. I’m gonna sign up for the next one which starts on Monday, I have to take a couple weeks off when I am off to NZ but I’ve still got three good weeks. I don’t think there is any real difference from having done it, I am significantly fitter and maybe slightly more toned but I’m hardy buff. I suppose Rome wasn’t built in five weeks, right? Maybe 10 weeks! I might even try harder this time to make it work, now that I know what I am doing a bit better.

Right now I have been sucked into watching Gran Tarino, The Olds are watching it and I sat own for five minutes and now I can’t tear myself away. This is totally not the kind of movie I’d ever chose to sit down and watch but I can’t bear to not find out how it ends. Clint Eastwood looks a little like D’Poppy did (except D’Poppy scowled a lot less and had significantly fewer guns and assorted badass weapons). [It ended, it was actually pretty awesome. If you don't normally like action, boy movies then I reckon you should suss this one out, it's pretty decent.]