Yeah, I'm just looking for a summer job right now. Thanks, that'll work.

YAY! Fay!

Yay Fay!

Whoot! Hurray for Fay!

Hurrah for Fay!

Yay Fay!

::bounces::

Yay me!

Thanks so much for all your good wishes. I'm hoping & praying that it's All Going To Turn Out Okay, both with the new place (which is still being built, but which is part of a big, reputable and established company) and with the current place (where Evil Boss will very likely try to screw me over financially and professionally when I tell him that actually, despite having indicated that I would stay on for next year, I'm going to be leaving for another school in the same city).

Also, I can't find either (a) my contract for the current place or (b) my degree certificate or school certificates. I have a terrible fear they may have been lost in the last flat move, or binned by my cleaninglady. They were in an envelope. Fuck. Please God I find them. Alternatively I just have to hope that it's possible to get replacement copies from the relevant bodies.

Stupid woman. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. (Me, not her.)

Erin, I'm furious for you. Stupid fuckwits. The lack of professionalism in both the things you mention is astounding.

I don' t know when my Buffistaversary would be, but I know I delurked with a filk entitled 'The Lady is a Vamp' about Darla.

Fay, thank goodness they have brains in their heads and enough sense to hire wonderful you! No more icky mean boss. Yay!

Toddson released the healthma back to the collective. But I want to know if the -ma did its job. Toddson?

You're too kind, love. I've got good qualities as a teacher, but I know that I'm hellishly untidy and I need to become much better organised and efficient. (Among other things.) Hopefully I'll be able to get some professional development and actively improve as a teacher over the course of the next year or so. Insh'allah.

Paperwork worries aside, my main concern right now is that I've been offered £1000 more than my flatmate. This despite the fact that she's a more experienced and better teacher than me. (I'm not being modest here - I'm smarter/better educated than she is, I think [see, no modesty at all] but she's a clever woman and she's being a lot more pro-active about stuff this year. Her classroom looks terrific, she's actively doing masses of structured developmental stuff like circle time, certificates, loads of stuff to get them working as a team and to help develop their skills and learning in motivational and fun ways, she's set up a website for her class - basically she's doing a terrific job, and I hope [with a modicum of confidence] that a couple of the years down the line that's going to be where I'm at, once I've got my shit together better. Because I'm a good teacher, and I can be a better teacher. But she's there now.)

She should totally be on at least the same money as me, because she has the seniority and the skills, damn it. I'm 5 years older than her, and, yes, I have a MA (Hons)* but I'm still cutting my teeth on the teaching malarky.

I'm afraid that this may have an impact upon our friendship, however hard she tries not to let it, because I know it's going to rankle.

(*to my embarrassment and shame, I actually milked the whole 'Hey, I went to the same University that Prince William's presently attending' thing in my interview for this job. But the guy seemed impressed by the MA, and I so desperately wanted to escape from my present Eeevil Boss.)