And I thought Mondays were Bad

Yes, today started out like a Monday, I had to go to work early to get my student sheets to the coordinator. They have been ready since Thursday and not a single teacher thought to deliver them. So I was faced with a 3km walk to get them there at the prearranged time. I got there exhausted and sweating, 3km is not a lot of fun on a walkingstick.

On arrival, I was told the guy had left a half hour earlier. A phone call only to discover that 'someone' (not me) had neglected to tell him I was coming. Arrrggghhh! So the only solution was to cancel my two classes, catch the bus for an extra trip to Barra to deliver them myself. It was unavoidable, no sheets, no pay.

So that was my day. I consoled myself with an extra sushi lunch while in Barra before returning home.

But that wasn't all. On route the van driver decided to go the other way. I wanted Cachamorra highway, but more passengers wanted Margaça. Arrrgggghhhh! (again) because that left me with another 25 minute walk up the hill home.

I now officially hate Mondays and Tuesdays.

I have just read a report on BBC News about the effects of the series of earthquakes suffered by the city of my birth.

"Six months after an earthquake killed dozens of people in New Zealand's second largest city, Christchurch, the consequences for thousands more are playing out in slow motion.

It's been a life-changing event, one of those events that forces you to think hard, and make some big decisions."

Read more about the after affects on the link above.

I get regular reports from my Mum when she rings me on Saturdays. It's so hard to imagine the place that I grew up in is just not the same place any more.


Now I am going to watch a movie, haven't decided which one yet. I have to browse.


Don't forget the Post Indicator on the sidebar, it tells you when new posts have been published on the pages.

Later.

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Oh NO, Monday!

Yes, there's not a lot to look forward to. So face it, one seventh of your life is going to be spent on a Monday.

I have been procrastinating. I think that's what my father told me not to do, that it would make me go blind, or deaf, or something.


But I have found it to be restful, I fully recommend it.

I have resolved myself to the fact that all that has gone before is lost; actually not quite. You'll see on the Top Bar a link to Tomus Arcanum; I have found a source of getting the intros to many older posts and I will recover them, but it means a lot of ctrl+c followed by ctrl+v and a search of my own unsorted archives of images. I always wondered why should I bother to save all my post images? I have the answer... in case Google isn't forever.

I have come to the conclusion that the internet isn't forever. I had often wondered whether I should have turned some of my blogs into books. Nether Region of the Earth would have been a good one, there were more than 2,600 posts, and Tomus itself, coming up to 800 posts, and my Fizz Blog. Too late now.

The weekend was good. I took my ex and the kids out for pizza on Saturday night. It was expensive but well worth it as I gave Emmylee, nearly 5, her first restaurant experience. I decided to do the pizza restaurant thing as my contribution to all the recent and up coming birthdays rather than be hit up for money for each. I don't have any photos, because the new battery charger and batteries that I bought on Friday, didn't. They gave me my money back, which is usually difficult without a fight here in Brazil. The brand was a Chinese one (isn't everything these days?) Leadership. It is the second time I have had this brand fail on me. So, no photos, which is a pity because Emmylee and Ellen with their chocolate smeared faces were a treat.

So, a post a little closer to normal. Work soon, so I'll off...

Later.

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