My title is misleading and furthermore incorrect.
I haven’t just surpassed the high way and ended up in hell, I’ve been here for 6 year.
Fuck I hate my job.
At least I have a job. Right.
It’s a certain kind of person that uses the above expression.
They have an office job. I use the term office loosely. But any job that allows you to sit on your hole for 8 hours browsing the World Wide Web on company time, is not a job. Rather, a place you have to be for 37 hours a week.
I once had a school teacher, I’ll call him Mr S. Just incase for some unbeknown reason he stumbles across my blog while on his daily internet trawl.
He was a lovely man, theatrical, kind and funny. However, for the 5 solid years he taught me, I have to say I learnt nothing from him.
He had a computer at the side of his desk, that faced away from the students but allowed him a Panoramic view of the room.
He internet shopped a lot.
Infact, he did nothing but.
One particularly rainy Tuesday, I remember as we had a triple class on a Tuesday. (That’s 1 hour and 30 uninterrupted glorious minutes.)
This Tuesday anyway, we all gathered in, plopped down in the usual seats and took our books out.
“Aha, today I have a treat for you all.” He chirped over his enormous desk. It was really huge.
“I have managed to locate and track down a fine piece of music I would like you all to hear.”
It was songs based on Moses freeing the slaves.
One solid hour and thirty fucking minutes of the god damn thing.
It was coming up to Xmas and he had a lot of presents to buy.
But Jesus wept!! I don’t think I will ever forget that music, that day, that hour and a half, ever!
Apparently, after a lunch time discussion around the lockers. It turned out we weren’t the only class to be have that torture bestowed upon us.
He must have had a shit load of
presents to buy.
I often think about him, especially with the new candy crush addiction. God love his pupils
But, yes this man would say, at least you have a job.
It’s just a pity it’s not his.