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I have a job!!
Sssooo, I met with the principal of a local elementary school the other week and had a bunch of questions thrown at me, and today was my first day at work so clearly I did something right. YAY.
I work with the preschool class, so all the kids are six years old. I worked at a non-school based preschool before this... if that makes sense? I don't know what you call it and how you define the different terms where you're from. (I guess it depends on location and person?) They were three to five years old there, anyway, because I worked with the oldest kids at that preschool. Sadly I wasn't able to stay there, but YAY now I have this new job.
My first day was great and I was given a hug by an adorable little girl. :D She was all, "See you tomorrow, Miss!" Ugh, my heart.
Yay, Fantastic Beasts coloring book.
And I went to IKEA the other day, like the Swede I am, and the first thing I thought when I visited the toilets was that the stalls were not large enough to have convenient sex in. The floor was surprisingly fresh and clean, were a certain bespectacled bloke to give some blond man a blowjob while on his knees, but heck if I know how they'd fit. I suppose one of them would have to sit on the lid of the toilet or something. Perhaps the men's restroom is designed differently? *Shrugs happily* I don't know about you, but these are now the things I ponder when visiting department stores.
Now I have to sleep because I start working at seven tomorrow morning. YAY! (And I mean that genuinely. I may not be a morning person but it's nice to have a job again.)
I work with the preschool class, so all the kids are six years old. I worked at a non-school based preschool before this... if that makes sense? I don't know what you call it and how you define the different terms where you're from. (I guess it depends on location and person?) They were three to five years old there, anyway, because I worked with the oldest kids at that preschool. Sadly I wasn't able to stay there, but YAY now I have this new job.
My first day was great and I was given a hug by an adorable little girl. :D She was all, "See you tomorrow, Miss!" Ugh, my heart.
Yay, Fantastic Beasts coloring book.
And I went to IKEA the other day, like the Swede I am, and the first thing I thought when I visited the toilets was that the stalls were not large enough to have convenient sex in. The floor was surprisingly fresh and clean, were a certain bespectacled bloke to give some blond man a blowjob while on his knees, but heck if I know how they'd fit. I suppose one of them would have to sit on the lid of the toilet or something. Perhaps the men's restroom is designed differently? *Shrugs happily* I don't know about you, but these are now the things I ponder when visiting department stores.
Now I have to sleep because I start working at seven tomorrow morning. YAY! (And I mean that genuinely. I may not be a morning person but it's nice to have a job again.)
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Trust me, I view all locations with slash-tinted glasses. "Could Draco realistically bang Harry up against this wall? Is it structurally sound enough to support the both of them?" or "If they were fucking in a station wagon like my own, what positions would they have to be in?" and so forth.
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They're delightful.
Except when they're not, loud little buggers.I may have 17 of them, currently, but I get to go home at the end of the day so I enjoy it greatly. I have such mad respect for parents, because how you manage to take care of even one 6-year old all the time is almost beyond me. They're so... energetic, we'll say. But then again those hugs can undo almost any hardships. Uggh. Precious little cuties.Trust me, I view all locations with slash-tinted glasses. "Could Draco realistically bang Harry up against this wall? Is it structurally sound enough to support the both of them?" or "If they were fucking in a station wagon like my own, what positions would they have to be in?" and so forth.
HAH, glad I'm not alone. The latter sounds similar to my IKEA musings. Perhaps we should apply some science to these scenarios and write them. HMMM. Just saying. ;)
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:DD :D Well. Someone has to ask the difficult questions.
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Try not to mix up work with your toilet-related musings. I know it would be easy to set your pupils a maths-related question about "How many gay wizards can fit in an Ikea stall?" but just resist.
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You know, maybe it's a good thing they're too young for HP...
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voluntary work (although there's nothing wrong with that but some money is always better).
Fantastic. I hope you'll enjoy it for a long time.
Eddy xxx
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Oh well. ;) If you survived my random episode reaction posts for various shows all those years ago, I'm sure you can make it through HP fandom stuff. Beware though, this journal has switched entirely and whatever personal things I post will also make it to the vlog eventually.
And thank youuuuuu. ♥
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