It sounded like a request but was in actual fact an order. “Let’s all come in on Tuesday and get the classrooms sorted!” Again picking up the pieces for someone else’s failure. I dragged myself in having collected the car from GO at work. Full of cold and feeling cruddy I arrived and began the Great Pellon chuck out. As bad as I felt there is nice feeling knowing that the room is ready and all I need are a few new displays. I am a bit perved about being asked to do work during the holidays as I don’t get paid, I will chase that up. I’m also not going bust my arse doing paperwork which I have left at school anyway. Rant over, sorry. Onwards and upwards.
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