All is well
No worries at the job front. My colleagues seem to get along, but I need some time to find my place. As ever. The families I'm "helping" are terribly worse off than those in the middle of nowhere (in my first job) so I'm kinda pulling out my hair at how to get them to trust me and be able to do something. But I'll be fine in a month or so. And if I'm not, well... I will be.
Shamefully enough I fell asleep on Occie and Spike's sofa yesterday evening at little past 11. The embarrassment of it all! I then drove Melissa's gas (not diesel) driven car back home, with lots of noise but no accidents.
Apparently the "ronde van vlaanderen" is passing in front of our very door tomorrow morning, so all morning middle-aged men in lycra have been cycling past in little groups. I wonder if I should put a little activist poster in front of the window "Dykes say No to Lycra" or something similar...
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No worries at the job front. My colleagues seem to get along, but I need some time to find my place. As ever. The families I'm "helping" are terribly worse off than those in the middle of nowhere (in my first job) so I'm kinda pulling out my hair at how to get them to trust me and be able to do something. But I'll be fine in a month or so. And if I'm not, well... I will be.
Shamefully enough I fell asleep on Occie and Spike's sofa yesterday evening at little past 11. The embarrassment of it all! I then drove Melissa's gas (not diesel) driven car back home, with lots of noise but no accidents.
Apparently the "ronde van vlaanderen" is passing in front of our very door tomorrow morning, so all morning middle-aged men in lycra have been cycling past in little groups. I wonder if I should put a little activist poster in front of the window "Dykes say No to Lycra" or something similar...
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