I don’t know how much more of TOHH I can take. Now we have to co-operate because the Temporary Classrooms are ready, which means afternoon classes can start, which means we’ll be shuffling the classes around to give them different teachers. I don’t know how she managed to make a row of this. She’s one of those people who could start a fight in an empty house.
She asked if I had written work, from the class, (she’ll be dealing with their writing, mostly), and I said yes, but I hadn’t marked it yet, so she didn’t want it. Then she left the room and I later found out that she’d complained to LM. On her return she said something sarcastic, which made me lose my temper, I regret to say.
She’s a get-under-your-skin kind of horror. LM’s giving things another month, and then seeing how things stand. He commented this morning that there are no boxes you can tick which say “looney”. But she is. A constant forcefield of negativity which pushes others into shouting or resignation. But it’s as hard to describe as the smell of shit. There are indeed no boxes to tick. I can only say that I am extremely uncomfortable around her. If she wasn’t here, this situation would actually be quite pleasant. As it is, it’s almost unbearable. I’ve already got a flight booked on 1st May, so I could give a month’s notice next week some time. That would mean the horror of signing the dole in Jarrow. Or, as LM suggested, wait for her to fuck up. I suspect that she’s one cunning nutcase, though.
HD came into the staffroom and announced that we were to get and extra day’s holiday on our flight days back to England. I was extremely grumpy with him, and wonder why we are getting this unasked-for extra. He told us that we shouldn’t tell anyone about it, this only applied to our department.
Today is five weeks plus one day into the first spell out here and away from, home, with five less one day to go. So I’m “round the bend”. And at an all time low, it feels like.
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