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Jan. 3rd, 2008 06:21 pmB died yesterday just as I was coming onto shift. It was pretty horrible, to be honest, even if my sum role in the matter was 'gently pat distraught staff on the back and work really hard on the other side of the home.'
And today, another resident told me that I was really good at my job and I was missed when I wasn't here, and then the manager more or less begged me to come back at Easter. I am a bit indifferent about that as I nurse my swollen feet and aching back, but it was a nice little boost. Funny job, this one.
Not that it matters for another three months, as I am now free as a bird. This in in fact a lie, as I wailed to someone as I pulled the hoist along in preparation for the third bath I have today. I have two exams, copious amounts of classes and essays and also work five days a week between now and then, I'm not free in any sense of the word, but I'll keep hold of this fiction for a while.
Today I eat lasagne and then I'm off to start packing. One day left and I'm back in St Andrews, presuming I can battle through the snow. Which is completely not in evidence around here, thank you very much lying twats at the BBC.
And that is all. I will probably post again when I am in St Andrews. To be honest, that's a really good thought. The thought of my exams being in less than two weeks and my sum revision has been to have a bash at Chretian de Troyes whilst pissed on wine is a really bad thought.
And today, another resident told me that I was really good at my job and I was missed when I wasn't here, and then the manager more or less begged me to come back at Easter. I am a bit indifferent about that as I nurse my swollen feet and aching back, but it was a nice little boost. Funny job, this one.
Not that it matters for another three months, as I am now free as a bird. This in in fact a lie, as I wailed to someone as I pulled the hoist along in preparation for the third bath I have today. I have two exams, copious amounts of classes and essays and also work five days a week between now and then, I'm not free in any sense of the word, but I'll keep hold of this fiction for a while.
Today I eat lasagne and then I'm off to start packing. One day left and I'm back in St Andrews, presuming I can battle through the snow. Which is completely not in evidence around here, thank you very much lying twats at the BBC.
And that is all. I will probably post again when I am in St Andrews. To be honest, that's a really good thought. The thought of my exams being in less than two weeks and my sum revision has been to have a bash at Chretian de Troyes whilst pissed on wine is a really bad thought.
