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Mmm. Life is good. It's Friday night and I have a nice easy weekend ahead of me, almond-mocha muffins in the oven and several DVDs on loan from the library.
I started work at the new Centre on Thursday. I got transferred to the branch in Belconnen, because none of the shifts they needed at Majura fit in with school. I didn't like Belconnen much for the first few hours, it's much smaller and quieter and the kids are older and I was a bit bored at first, but it's grown on me. I'll miss some of the kids at Majura, but here I'll get to know the kids better and I'm teaching myself to juggle. It's usually just me and one other member of staff, too, so I won't feel like there's someone looking over my shoulder like I did at Majura.
Job #2 is also going well, except that a lot of the students that I'm supposed to be managing are either impossible to get hold of or not all that motivated, and I have a looong list of people wanting interviews, who I have to get in touch with. We had a public meeting last Sunday, though, with about 100 Jamison residents, and it went really well. We had a presentation by an Al Gore ambassdor (she was awesome, I'm going to see if she can come and speak at the colleges) and then split up into discussion groups, and everyone was amazingly enthusiastic and motivated and we got lots of good ideas from them. (I need to get in touch with Solartech and the principal of Lake Ginninderra, as well - they were considering putting a solar roof on the school, and I gather they wanted our help.)
Right, the almond-mocha muffins are out, and I love them. They taste the same as they did last week (yeah, I know, making the same muffins twice in two weeks... but I had leftover mocha mousse, I had to use it up, didn't I?) but this time I dipped the ganache instead of trying to spread it, and then I dipped them in nuts, and they look so much better.
This weekend I am going to walk to the Belconnen markets for breakfast, write an essay on the development of language (for Psych! I'm doing a whole class on the development of language, and yet I end up writing an essay on it for Psych!), catch up on sleep, possibly go and see Sicko and, if I have any say in the matter, nothing else.
I started work at the new Centre on Thursday. I got transferred to the branch in Belconnen, because none of the shifts they needed at Majura fit in with school. I didn't like Belconnen much for the first few hours, it's much smaller and quieter and the kids are older and I was a bit bored at first, but it's grown on me. I'll miss some of the kids at Majura, but here I'll get to know the kids better and I'm teaching myself to juggle. It's usually just me and one other member of staff, too, so I won't feel like there's someone looking over my shoulder like I did at Majura.
Job #2 is also going well, except that a lot of the students that I'm supposed to be managing are either impossible to get hold of or not all that motivated, and I have a looong list of people wanting interviews, who I have to get in touch with. We had a public meeting last Sunday, though, with about 100 Jamison residents, and it went really well. We had a presentation by an Al Gore ambassdor (she was awesome, I'm going to see if she can come and speak at the colleges) and then split up into discussion groups, and everyone was amazingly enthusiastic and motivated and we got lots of good ideas from them. (I need to get in touch with Solartech and the principal of Lake Ginninderra, as well - they were considering putting a solar roof on the school, and I gather they wanted our help.)
Right, the almond-mocha muffins are out, and I love them. They taste the same as they did last week (yeah, I know, making the same muffins twice in two weeks... but I had leftover mocha mousse, I had to use it up, didn't I?) but this time I dipped the ganache instead of trying to spread it, and then I dipped them in nuts, and they look so much better.
This weekend I am going to walk to the Belconnen markets for breakfast, write an essay on the development of language (for Psych! I'm doing a whole class on the development of language, and yet I end up writing an essay on it for Psych!), catch up on sleep, possibly go and see Sicko and, if I have any say in the matter, nothing else.