Wednesday 9 November 2011: Disco nights...
621/365: ... yeah, every day's a party when you get to drive to work in the dark and home from work in the dark...
One day, I'm going to blip some of the shops I see on my way into town. There are some cracking names including my favourite two:
'A Salt 'n' Battered' - what *were* they thinking when they named their fish 'n' chip shop that?!?!?
'Seaman Photographer' - brings out the smutty giggles in a girl
Today's been okay - bit of meeting overload, but all hunky dory. And the day definitely passed quickly enough which was good. Shame the journey home didn't pass quite so quickly. This is the problem with doing a long commute. There are just so many points where you can get held up along the route. It's like playing automobile roulette. Spin the steering wheel and see if you get hit by a traffic jam. Sooner or later it's going to happen.
Oh, and the thing I mentioned making a decision about at the weekend, I can say what it was now. I made a decision to resign from the Open University. So now I'm down to doing just one job. Am really sad in lots of ways - and having spent nearly 11 years working for them it felt like I collapsed out of it rather than left properly - but had to drop something as all the work was killing me and leaving me exhausted and ill. The intoxicating prospect of evenings and weekends without marking / prep / running tutorials lies ahead.
It gets to the point where no matter how much you love working with your student groups, there's no amount of money could make the exhaustion and constant stress of it worthwhile. And when, at the weekend, I was feeling too grotty to do a day school after a hectic week at work, with evenings spent marking and more marking ahead and another assignment around the corner... I reached that point. It'll be tight financially, and the guilt will take a while to wear off, but I just couldn't carry on with it any longer.
So, I resigned.
PS And then wept