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In a school, ICT support are the unseen force. We drift in and out of classrooms unnoticed, neither students nor staff paying heed. This leads for very interesting days, we learn all manner of things - some we really didn't want to hear - but occassionally I will hear something that makes me very sad.

A year eight or nine boy for example asking his friend why he bothered buying his mother a present for her birthday. His reasoning behind not doing it was that women are not important. That all they do is "screw you over" and "run off with all your stuff and money". He said that in his household they never bought their mother anything as she wasn't important enough.

The conversation proceeds as such (perhaps cleaned up);
b: How do you know they do it?
a: Because they do. I've known for years. I've never seen one not be like it.
b: Thats not right, my mum is different
a: They are all the same. Even films show that!
*b looks thoughtful*
b: I still think you're wrong
a: Then you're stupid.

No more words were exchanged all the time that I was in the room.

It might have been media effect, but then it would've affected the other boy too. Or the childs parent's may have divorced but I didn't get that impression.
I am aware that there are cultures around for whom women are little but second class citizens and possessions, and I can only presume that his family was a part of that culture. It is a way of 'life' but it saddened me all the same.

Now everyone, breathe deeply

Management Personnel never surprise me with their fantastic ideas.

For example, if you had to notify all members of your staff about a severe and contagious disease within the company would you;

1. Put a notice on the notice board?


2. Put a notice on the notice board and a bulletin in everyones pigeon holes?


3. Put a notice on the notice board and a bulletin in everyones pigeon holes and then send everyone home to see if anyone else develops the illness?
   


4. Gather all members of staff into one reasonably small room to tell them about it by reading out to them (word for word) the bulletin they all have in their hands due to them having just picked it up from their pigeonholes.

Hmm, yes the management chose option number four aswell...

thauthage woll...

I really feel sorry for whoever has to work with me, or infact spend any amount of time in close proximity to me.

The reason for this being my random outbursts :)

The outbursts for the last week have thankfully been Blackadder related and therefore not entirely random, or atleast they wouldn't be if only he (my colleague) had seen any of the Blackadder series (yes I know, unbelievably there are people out there who have never discovered the delights of Blackadder).

Therefore outbursts such as "...and once I dweamt I was a thauthage woll..." are thoroughly confusing for him - ooops

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I am however quite glad of the latest which has caused me to break into song and dance... and yes at the same time obtained various 'time to get mop committed looks'...

o/~ See the little goblin,see his little feet
and his little nosey-wose -
isnt the goblin sweet...

Also coupled with todays outburst of (complete with voices) and said whilst sitting on his desk;

"Good Morning Mrs Ploppy...
...Good moring Mr Ploppy"

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I do however have to apologise to him for the outburst first thing this morning when after standing next to him quietly for about 10 minutes I half shouted "Dungarees!". I don't know if attempting to explain any reasoning behind this will make it any better - partly as I'm not sure it exists - but what the hell, it is a very short story.

About one sentence long infact.

I want to buy some dungarees, and spent atleast 10 minutes in a shop trying them on and then didnt buy them because I could not decide whether I was a size 10 or a 12, or whether infact I would ever wear them when I wasn't painting a room. Oh the complications of life :p

Ok, one very long sentence in length.

The Day the School Fell Down

Ok, a slight exaggeration on my part.

Yesterday was the day that I was left alone to fend off the bad people where I work. By bad people, I mean those who cannot find the reset button on a computer. Anyone who is familiar with working with people over the age of forty will probably understand what I mean (no offense to those who are, you are mostly lovely people).

On the Tuesday night, a network program called SIMS (need to wash mouth out for saying such bad words) had an upgrade. Here we are letting 'IT' have a nice new update which should in theory make it work better, and how does it repay us? Yes, you guessed it, it breaks!! And yes I know, I shouldn't expect otherwise.

Ok, I will be quiet now and get back to the tedium of my personal statement.