To be or not to be . . .

Why can't I make the decision!!!!!!!!
I already told Principle that I don't want to take that class, but he just wants to make me! Well, I guess I could take it, and if I really don't like it, I will quit. :-P That's probably pretty irresponsible. He leaves me without any choices though. I really don't know what to tell him anymore. I already told him all the reasons why I don't want to do it, but he never really listens. He wants Lisa to take over my class, but Lisa already told him that she wants to get off work earlier to take care of her kids!

Somehow, all the employees' willingness don't really matter to them that much.

And he wants to make me the manager. That means I don't have to teach in the mornings!!!!!!!!! It's good and bad. It's good experience, but it's going to be so much work too! I think I will be fine though, hopefully. I don't think anyone here hates me, I hope.

The Animal Song

Just a thought.

I love this song. And whenever I am in a bad mood, the song puts me in such a great mood.

No matter when or where I am listening to the song, I think of the blue blue sky and Sydney, and things around Circular Quay.

Why? I don't really know.

It also reminds me of the way I felt in South Africa. The drums maybe?
Perhaps it will put you in a good mood too.


View from Royal Botanic Gardens 

What is happening to me??!!??

I have never been this unhealthy and fat in my life. Not to mention the unhappiness. Of course, there are many things in my life that I should, and still am happy about. But there is work. And don't forget about the pressure.

Not sure what is causing all this: the long work hours, the super brats or not being respected at work. Maybe this is a multiple choice question. Perhaps it's all of the above.

Somehow, I don't have time for anything else anymore. I don't cook anymore, I don't take walks anymore, I don't do crafts anymore. And the not anymore list just keeps on going.

Maybe I don't want to make the money I am making now. Not that I am making exactly that much anyways.

See, I can't even stop bitching about it. Perhaps it's time for a little getaway.

Bondi Beach