Taught the fuck right out of my students all week.
Had fat-enforced sobriety to contend with Sunday to Thursday.
Early nights, early rises, sensible dinners, moderate exercise.

And now...
Nine bottles of Old Speckled Hen in my fridge, giving me the glad-eye.
Takeaway food.
Celtic/Rangers cup final on Sunday.
Falling asleep on the couch to whatever's on

Here's to you all, chums. I hope the weekend finds you well. I love you all.

*chink*

No doubt, the student's mothers swoon when they meet Rorsch for Parent/Teacher conferences. If they have such things in the UK.

Four people came to my desk in tears this week.
One idiot Chinese kid who waited until the last possible minute to renew his study permit after I've been warning him about for two months made me want to rip his head off like nobody's business.
My airheaded coworker left the building doors open last night and for some reason the security guard yelled at me.
I have been taking on people's problems all week long, and have flopped about restlessly for the past five nights.

I just got home - stopped on the liquor store on my way from work and picked up a 6-pack of Bavaria tall boys and some organic Chilean wine. Bring it on, weekend!

*cheers to Rors*

Cheers to you too, bud. Go kill those Speckled Hens.

Good start for me. Just came to an agreement on a house. On my way to owning my first home. Time to enjoy some Shiner.

They're adults, amp. And probably mostly Muslim. I'm not saying that their elderly mothers wouldn't be getting a little hot under the burqa if we had parent nights but unfortunately we don't. At college, I mean. We have them in the UK.

Heh. Our Chinese students are exactly the same, sneaky. Those on student visas have to prove a certain percentage of attendance which, being young men on the other side of the world from their families, obviously they don't achieve as they spend all night in the casinos. A little freedom is a heacy brew.

Congratulations, Hirschof. Was it a traumatic hunt?

Chicken Chilli Masala last night. Quite a few bottles of real ale. About half a pack of Wasabi mix.

I fear the bathroom this morning. Unholy things will be unleashed upon the world.

May have found a better job. Granted, it would be working under my sister, but I'm used to her being the boss anyway. And it's a small price for having a job during normal Monday - Friday time slots. May save her from having to explaining everything to her boss. Meanwhile at my current job, work is work, and I'm glad one way or another, that job will be ending soon.

Since I don't drink potent potable, I'll just drink down a two-liter Ginger Ale. Salute!

Odd, I thought you taught elementary students, Rorsch. I didn't fancy you as a professor, sort of like Indiana Jones when they had him teaching his class in the series. Well, I hope those Muslim women swoon.

I've done some primary teaching. Or the training at least. I've probably made mention of it in the past.

Congratulation on your new sideline. Such is my joy, I'm not even going to comment on the fact that you're working 'under your sister'.

Rorschach wrote:I've done some primary teaching. Or the training at least.

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Ah, the 'Can you keep a secret?' game.
Good times.

Rors, I'm so glad you know what I'm talking about. Everyone's real nice and all, but sometimes the amount of how spoiled rotten these rich Chinese kids are just makes me want to pull out my hair.

Rorschach wrote:Congratulations, Hirschof. Was it a traumatic hunt?

Little bit. Only because we had very little time due to a lease-notification deadline with our apartment.

Yeah, that's always a rocket in your ass.

My Sundays looks like this:
Go and visit my dwindling grandmother. Feel akward.
Take Cara to my parents for dinner. Make small-talk. Feel bored.
Start getting The Fear about sixish as I start counting the hours until I need to get up for Monday work. The cruellest of all the works. Feel depressed.

However. Thanks to Cara being sick and running a fever (nothing serious), my Sunday now looks like this:
Lie on the couch.
Drink beer.
Watch the football.
Feel good.

It's like a Saturday do-over! Cheers again everyone!

I'm on a self-imposed sobriety kick at the moment. I found out alcohol can trigger headaches of the worst kind. :sob:

Yes, Jerm. We call them "hangovers".

The hangover isn't supposed to start while you're still drinking! Once this cycle finishes, I'll be getting severely pissed. A belated birthday present to myself.