Hola. Hope you are well.
I’ve had an interesting week in the 2 schools I was in. It started with me wiping noses and attempting to feed a child and ended with me trying to demonstrate how to stand and wee, using both actions and sounds, but with no actual bits on show. To be honest I wasn’t that succesful with any of the above tasks.
I should have known I was going to have a tough week, because the previous week had gone well, as you may recall from last week’s blog post, I was playing games on the Wii and running around a playground. And the one thing life has taught me over time, is that if something is going well or even just ok, something will conspire to kick me squarely between the legs.
I should have seen the signs, because on my first day at the first school, I got a call from my agency asking if I had left my flat, because they wanted me to take in some swimming trunks as the class I would be with were going swimming. This concerned me a little as due to my cultural heritage (being black) swimming isn’t one of my strengths. Thankfully I was already on the train to the school, so didn’t have to do any swimming.
I didn’t think too much about the swimming, until the Wednesday, my first day at the second school, when I walked in the class with my bag and the teacher said, “Oh good you’ve brought your swimming kit”. I hadn’t, as I’d not been told to but I am now worried that a memo has gone out to the schools of London saying I am some kind of black Duncan Goodhew. I should be in the pool on Wednesday so I will let you know if anything of significance happens. In many ways I hope not.
I don’t want you to think I am a work light weight, but last week I was only scheduled to work 4 days Mon-Thurs. I could have tried to get work for the Friday, but by Wednesday, I knew I’d want the Friday off, so I told the agency I would be unavailable for that day. I reckon that was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. It was just nice not to have the pressure of being a responsible adult put in a position where people expect you to know what you are doing. It was nice to go back to being me, a non responsible adult, where no expects me to know what I’m doing.
This did however make me think about how my ambitions have changed over time. When I first entered this world of showbiz (that’s what I’m in, honest) I had ambitions to present a national radio show, maybe make it big in M’cr, London and New York, and now all I want to do is work 4 days a week, preferably Mon-Thurs. I think that is what’s called reality biting.
And Finally…. Since working in these schools, I’ve met 3 Jackies and they’ve all been up beat, cheery, positive and helpful people. In no way is this scientific but I’m now going to say all Jackies are like this. The only staff member I’ve found to be off with me was a Louise, so I’m going to put Louises at the bottom of my imaginary chart. Feel free to confirm my findings about Jackies and Louises, or not, or let me know if you’ve got any new names you’d like to throw into the mix. You can contact me via the comments button). Cheers.
Til next week, stay safe!