Guide me, oh thou great cackling loon
We get the idea, but what about the details?
We knew that the start of this term was going to be fairly horrendous, but barely two weeks in, the winter holiday seems to have been weeks or months ago.
The first week was spent on practice for the InterBac speaking exams. Last week was the first writing exam, which seemed to be an opportunity for us to relax – fat chance. Instead, we spent hours having to pull the writing apart so that the final drafts could be copied, reassembling it, and then finding what’d happened to the bits that’d gone missing. On Monday this week, we had the practice for the Pre-AL speaking exam, which we were forced to conduct in the space of one day. Next week we have the real InterBac speaking exam, which is followed by a brief break before the real pre-AL speaking.
There has been a certain amount of whining and complaining because of all the cover our work is generating. It’s the reason why next week’s speaking, which ought to happen across the week, has been squeezed into three days, and yet this is assessment we have to do; nor do we get spared our share of invigilations during the final exams. (I’ve also been told that some of my colleagues in maths and science aren’t exactly overburdened with classes.)
Ms. Giggles has decided that she wants to be in charge even although she doesn’t want to stay another two years. She clearly believes that the position will confer some degree of power on her, which it won’t, but it will confer a considerable amount of work. She continues to be critical of our exalted leader, although I don’t believe she’d be any better at the job. She’d use it for her agenda, which is Advancing the Interests of Ms. Giggles (because spinsters know best).
It struck me the other day that she has a Spinster Complex. This is when a single woman reaches some age at which she decides that there’s her way or the wrong way, and that like the pope, she’s infallible. Even her errors are the fault of other people who have failed to follow her guidance.
She shouldn’t get the job, but will be torn between her desire for control and her loathing of this place if it’s offered to her. I’m hoping her ejection from the cold northern climes will tell against her as well.
One of the admin assistants was here yesterday helping me with my Internet connection. She strongly implied that she’s fed up with Ms. Giggles making incessant demands of her as if she’s her PA. In other words, Ms. Giggles would be a highly unpopular choice.
We do have another local contender, Lincoln Green, but I think he’s too new to the programme even although his background makes him potentially suitable.
Most likely (it seems), the successful candidate will be some external contender. [18.10.14. On that matter, I was right. It was a stitch-up.]
In the meantime, we know that we have to endure Ms. Giggles insane and inane cackling for one more year.
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