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snow in London

snow snow snow in London. Buses cannot handle it. College closed so no classes to teach today. Maybe tomorrow. Nice to have free time to write but mostly bad since I am a temp worker paid by the hour. No holiday or sick pay. Also have midterm break in two weeks which is a whole week of no work or pay. -£100 and counting . . .

thinking I need to find a way into with a job with real benefits. Or just pack up and move to China where the conditions are much better in terms of standard of living for adult/community education teachers.


China? Really? I think the snow has frozen your senses! Let them thaw! And then keep on rocking it in the free world!
postpran said…
yeah maybe you are right. I have a nervous time with crowds and china might have a few too many people.
Kornelia said…
Hey Marcus,
Gosh... It's so damn funny... Some snow, and they're panicking... At North East of Scotland it's the same...
And they don't even bother to grit the pavements. It's so disappointing.
But no more moaning by myself.
You'd better find a library job Marcus! They would give you paid holidays and all that... Even I'm paid for my holidays...
I'm heading home now. Hope the buses will operate... ;)
Take care.
jwg said…
See you in China.

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