Yep, late again but my classes don’t start until 1400 and anyway of late (and rather worryingly) I have been nodding off in my chair of an evening. No real fire hazard seeing as my cheroots go out within moments if they don’t get a puff occasionally and the floor is faux wood but the soporific episodes are damned annoying seeing as far as I know a tsetse fly has not been near me for at least thirty-five years.
Yesterday saw me angered with my classes. It was as if I had a room full of corpses. Christ, there is nothing worse than having Richard’s lot thundering around above my head, shrieking and laughing and his ex-students sitting and emulating the three wise monkeys. It says a lot when my best class this time around is a class composed entirely of 29 students who swapped from other majors to take English after their first term. As a teacher I wish I had a cattle prod to liven up the others who actually chose English in the first instance. Ok, it may be said that due to my impending departure perhaps I myself have lost a little impetus but that only goes as far as the fact that I am allowing thr classes to vote on activity v film. I am committed to remaining professional for the sake of the students even if my own prospects currently appear bleak. I am a survivor and an optimist. I WILL find a bloody job before long!
I made bangers, mash and beans for Dumpling and I last night. Crap sausages, annoyingly so seeing as the firm I used before sent half-decent fat ones but this time sent skinny and not very British ones, but Dumpling - believe it or not - declared the mash “yummy”. I have said this before but the reason the Chinese think English food is bland is not because they eat so much hot spice but because they don’t eat our food the way it should be eaten. Bangers, mash and beans with ketchup - a bit of everything on the fork and then down the hatch. Dumpling was just eating the mash and my entreaties for her to combine all the ingredients went unheeded. Nonetheless she enjoyed it.
Joan came for a shower and very kindly brought number seven on my shopping list, lime cordial. That means no doubt later today - I just knew it would happen - 25kg of cat stuff will arrive together. Idiot that I am, I invited her to come and have smoked salmon and cream cheese bagels on Friday night. I also have Dumpling coming for the same thing on Saturday! Good job I like them.
Funnily enough, after class this afternoon I saw Andrei and Juliette downstairs. Pissed off that their bike sticker number is 30 and mine is 324 even though I was before them but that’s besides the point. The nosey bastards had looked at the rubbish I left outside my door on Tuesday night and had spotted the empty smoked salmon pack. They are clearly both lovers of the stuff and demanded to know how much it cost. I told them I thought it was 88y a kilo and their eyes lit up. I was wrong, it was 85y plus delivery but I reckon half of the salmon in Norway will shortly be heading to the flat above me.
I am losing faith in what everyone assures me is a good employment agency and in whom I have placed my trust. So far I have had one offer which from the contract appeared to be for a prison and after refusing, nothing else. Kevin suggested Tongling University. They are not currently advertising but worth a shot. Close to here and I actually like Tongling. Whatever, hiring season is in full swing and the agency I pinned my hopes on are doing little so I really need to be more proactive. I need a bloody job.
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