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Saturday care...yeah, right
Mar. 17th, 2007 07:38 amToday is my (hopefully) last ever Saturday Care shift. Come June, I will most likely be working every Saturday, but I'll have Monday's off to compensate. Sweet.
Today, however, is not so sweet. Usually, Saturday gets broken into two shifts if there are only a few children (3 today): the early shift from 8:30 to 12:30/1ish, and the late shift from 12:30 to whenever the kids go home on the bus/get picked up. The morning person usually takes the kids to a park with the bus driver, and the afternoon person watches videos and encourages the kids to take a nap. This is actually a pretty good system, because it means I can go to the gym in the morning, since the other person usually wants to get everything over and done with.
Unfortunately for me, the Old Woman (who thinks she is doing me a favour) insisted that I should come in this morning so all of us (the kids, Kuge the bus driver, and Nyuda, the other teacher) could go on the ensoku together. Supposedly, we are bringing our lunch to the park with us and eating there.
If I had been able to go to the gym last night, I might be a shade less irked this morning about missing my chance to workout. I was not able to go last night, however, because we had to wait for the Nen-cho kids to get back from Puroland (a Hello Kitty amusement park) before we could have our end of the day meeting, a necessary evil before going home. So, no gym + hating working on Saturdays anyway = cranky cranky Cleo.
(Side Note - the boss promises that next year, the daily meeting will be replaced by a weekly meeting, much like we used to have at Yatsuri. I am not holding my breath.)
It is really chilly out this morning (yesterday, there were a few snowflakes hitting my face as I rode my bike to work), and the thought of eating lunch in a park is ... not an enticing thought. Stupid Old Woman. (She is lonely without Sean to listen to her bokke ramblings all day, and is trying to turn me into Sean, with mixed results.) The Paku-cat is warm and rumbly on my lap, and the coffee in my travel-mug is pleasantly hazelnutty.
But, lest you think that all is unhappiness, I finally remembered the name of the Japanese actor who is 'my type'. This is Hiroshi Abe, and now I understand why I have such a crush on one of the dads at school. Kein's dad reminds me of HA, and I get flustered whenever he's waiting for the bus. Silly, eh?
Okay, time to make the bed and ride over to the 7-11 for some of those vegetables with the miso-based dip. Hurray for veggies!
Today, however, is not so sweet. Usually, Saturday gets broken into two shifts if there are only a few children (3 today): the early shift from 8:30 to 12:30/1ish, and the late shift from 12:30 to whenever the kids go home on the bus/get picked up. The morning person usually takes the kids to a park with the bus driver, and the afternoon person watches videos and encourages the kids to take a nap. This is actually a pretty good system, because it means I can go to the gym in the morning, since the other person usually wants to get everything over and done with.
Unfortunately for me, the Old Woman (who thinks she is doing me a favour) insisted that I should come in this morning so all of us (the kids, Kuge the bus driver, and Nyuda, the other teacher) could go on the ensoku together. Supposedly, we are bringing our lunch to the park with us and eating there.
If I had been able to go to the gym last night, I might be a shade less irked this morning about missing my chance to workout. I was not able to go last night, however, because we had to wait for the Nen-cho kids to get back from Puroland (a Hello Kitty amusement park) before we could have our end of the day meeting, a necessary evil before going home. So, no gym + hating working on Saturdays anyway = cranky cranky Cleo.
(Side Note - the boss promises that next year, the daily meeting will be replaced by a weekly meeting, much like we used to have at Yatsuri. I am not holding my breath.)
It is really chilly out this morning (yesterday, there were a few snowflakes hitting my face as I rode my bike to work), and the thought of eating lunch in a park is ... not an enticing thought. Stupid Old Woman. (She is lonely without Sean to listen to her bokke ramblings all day, and is trying to turn me into Sean, with mixed results.) The Paku-cat is warm and rumbly on my lap, and the coffee in my travel-mug is pleasantly hazelnutty.
But, lest you think that all is unhappiness, I finally remembered the name of the Japanese actor who is 'my type'. This is Hiroshi Abe, and now I understand why I have such a crush on one of the dads at school. Kein's dad reminds me of HA, and I get flustered whenever he's waiting for the bus. Silly, eh?
Okay, time to make the bed and ride over to the 7-11 for some of those vegetables with the miso-based dip. Hurray for veggies!
