Sunday, 7 September 2008

And So Ends A Geet Big Summer, Plus: Planning For Days Without DK...


Mostly:

Well. That's it then isn't it? Come 7:15 tomorrow when my alarm goes GGNAADRRTTTT - my summer ends.

I'm not best chuffed, how.

I've spent the summer playing at being a writer. I've worn my dressing gown everyday (I've washed it overnight), I've drank heartily from steaming cups of DK's coffee. I've scribbled endless ideas and doodles across a notebook.

But that's it. A writer no more until October half term. Seven weeks in reality.

Balls.

Today is my Planning Day. I am planning on planning today. At somepoint. Maybe. In theory.

Well, no, not really. Who am I kidding? The more I plan the more things go wrong. I'm better when I wing it, or so I tell myself. And at least that way, if I haven't gotten as far as I intended there is no proof.

On Friday I got professionally managed (not as fun as you might think, and unfortunatley not a slang term either... Ah well). 
What targets would be reasonable for me to achieve this coming year? I was asked.

I could turn up, at least 75% of the time. I suggested. No.

Ok, I can stop piling books and stacks of paper on my desk so no one can see me and then pretending to be the Ghost of Essays Past. I suggested. No.

Fine, how about if the date I write on the board is never more than three days out? I suggest. No.

So it was decided for me. Proper work, proper targets, proper responsible adult once again.

I already miss the summer.

What's the bet that tomorrow is the sunniest, brightest, warmest, most glorious day we've seen since June? Course it will be - because tomorrow I get blackout blinds fitted so I can use the Interactive Whiteboard they bought me...

Ah well, it's nearly Christmas at least.

Plus:

Days without Disco Kettle. Days without my dressing gown. It just seems so unfair. We do have a coffee machine in one of the art rooms. It has a siren. But it's not the same. And the biscuits will be own brand....

Balls.

6 comments:

B said...

D'you know, half of me's sympathetic. And the half of me that's had to work all but two weeks of the summer just says 'suck it up, beeeyatch!'. I am mean :)

Do you just say it's nearly christmas so caroline loves you more??? :D

Caroline said...

oh Nik oh Nik oh Nik. You have warmed my Christmas loving heart.

Happy working week. I hope that you'll take DK with you x

B said...

hehehe i knew it!

DJ Kirkby said...

You know that you can only mention Christmas so many times before it stops having any effect on Caroline? I suggest throwing in random Simon Cowell comments for added gloss on your minted-ness.

watching9987 said...

A Very Cowell Christmas to all then. Except you B. Because you're mean :)

B said...

I am mean! but i follow you so ya still loves me :)