Monday, 28 March 2011


I would go into details, but I can't. I can't be bothered, it makes me depressed, it will bore the pants off you & it's probably not politic (ha!) to do it in this public place, however semi-anonymous this blog is.

Suffice to say, I am getting tangled up in politics at work and it's very frustrating. Some people love this shit, this Machiavellian, scheming, strategic, spin-doctor stuff. (They tend to be the ones with the big salaries who call the shots.) I can't stand it. I just want to do the right thing and am naively surprised when you get slapped on the wrist for it.

Shouldn't be surprised by now, that's the nature of this job. You see all these "Be A Teacher! It's Great! We Need Teachers! They do such a Vital Job!" propaganda before, then as soon as you start actually working as one you magically turn into the Anti-Christ, responsible for all the ills of society.

It doesn't matter, I just need to make a swift exit. But this past 12 months has really brought home the shit side of being single. Because there's no one to talk to about all this. When I went on a 2 day union rep's course recently (all lovely people, had a great time though it was all about more scary things we'd have to deal with) I realised talking to people that most of them had someone to go home to, to talk it over with. Or even just to watch a stupid film with and forget about it. There's really no fun to be had watching stupid films by yourself.


  1. A crap diffuser. An empathy humidifier. xx

  2. My life on a plate, especially now that life is so insanely stressful. All I want is to come home to a cuddle and someone to talk to about stuff like I do I have the boob opp, do I stay on the course, what should I do afterwards and so on. The cats are all very well but...

    Of course if there was someone at home, they'd probably find me being stressed so unrewarding and needy to deal with, I'd get dumped immediately. Which would make things worse.

  3. Thanks, Arabella x

    GSE, it's just about having someone in your corner. Even if they just nod & pretend to listen whilst watching the TV & go 'yes, dear.'

  4. "Yus Milady" would be better...

  5. >>>Even if they just nod & pretend to listen whilst watching the TV & go 'yes, dear.'

    Have you been spying on me?

  6. It would be nice to have someone in my corner but my experience is that you can't necessarily expect that from a partner. Before you know it, they are yelling at you for being stupid, telling you to STFU because they are trying to watch the football or worse.

    Right, back to being glad to be single.

  7. Arabella, yes. I will insist on it if I ever am not single.

    LC, this reminds me of a psychology programme on recently. They did this experiment with baby monkeys, where they took them away from their mums and gave them robot mums with a feeding bottle. One of the robot mums had fake fur around it, and the baby would consistently cuddle it and go to it for comfort when it was scared. The one without fake fur, the baby ignored, even though it had food.

    Anyway, I think we can conclude from this that I don't really need a man. I just need to get myself a fake fur robot monkey.

    GSE hurrah! I have accomplished something anyway.

  8. the Banker always said that I reminded him of the baby monkey in that experiment :-(