Our school secretary just called me back to relate the latest developments on the contract front. Apparently she spent a few happy hours this morning trying to contact the person responsible for this sorry mess at the education board and didn't catch him. Meanwhile, however, three of those new substitute contracts arrived at school by post, but, surprise, surprise: mine is not among them. More calls, more emails, no response - our theory being that he's out for a long lunch. Or abducted by aliens.
As of right now, our secretary is on holiday, so I'm left to fend for myself.
No, of course I'm not panicking.
Why should I??? (hysterical laughter...)
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The heat. The humidity. The mess around me. The hating it all.
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