water
Inset day - a teacher's dream. A day of planning. No kids. And you get paid to be there.
Something happened though to make me reflect on the cultural differences between our two island nations.
Someone left a tap running in the staff loo this morning. I tried to turn it off but nothing happened. Being the water-conscious sort that Beattie's four minute eggtimer has taught me to be I went to the office and asked the receptionist if she'd call the caretaker. She looked suitably concerned that this was a Problem and said she'd get right on it.
Half an hour later I went back to the loos (lol I'd left my keys there) and the tap was still running. It was running until the caretaker made it across campus at morning tea - an hour and a half later...
...how much water do you think went down the drain in that hour and a half?
My drought-ridden soul shudders to think.
Meanwhile - my recycling wasn't collected with the rubbish rubbish bin. And they don't collect empty bottles - you have to take them down to the bottle bank. This makes me a bit embarrassed bc after last weekend I have quite a stash and don't know if walking down the road with my little treasure trove a-clinking in plastic costcutters bags is really the done thing for the new teacher. Maybe I'll just subtly slip one in next door's rubbish ever week or so...
Something happened though to make me reflect on the cultural differences between our two island nations.
Someone left a tap running in the staff loo this morning. I tried to turn it off but nothing happened. Being the water-conscious sort that Beattie's four minute eggtimer has taught me to be I went to the office and asked the receptionist if she'd call the caretaker. She looked suitably concerned that this was a Problem and said she'd get right on it.
Half an hour later I went back to the loos (lol I'd left my keys there) and the tap was still running. It was running until the caretaker made it across campus at morning tea - an hour and a half later...
...how much water do you think went down the drain in that hour and a half?
My drought-ridden soul shudders to think.
Meanwhile - my recycling wasn't collected with the rubbish rubbish bin. And they don't collect empty bottles - you have to take them down to the bottle bank. This makes me a bit embarrassed bc after last weekend I have quite a stash and don't know if walking down the road with my little treasure trove a-clinking in plastic costcutters bags is really the done thing for the new teacher. Maybe I'll just subtly slip one in next door's rubbish ever week or so...