The Haze

The all nighter on Tuesday and Wednesday meant that this week simply disappeared. Two of its days were blurred into one, and next minute it's Saturday. But it was a lot of fun. The result was how I wanted it to be... and this alone gave me enough energy to survive. But only just...

Wednesday was a battle. I spent most of the day trying to work but drifting in and out of concentration. Numerous silly mistakes were made, like clicking the wrong thing on the screen, or shovelling food around my mouth instead of into my mouth. It was a bit weird. It was also rather amusing. I'm sure most people have experience sleep deprivation when it gets to the stage that everything and anything is just endlessly entertaining. It's bizarre, but enjoyable...

However, the final two days of the week were not so fun. My boss, my stupid MP boss, decided to invent diary commitments without any prior warning. Then, he disappeared, leaving me in a terrible mess to try to sort everything out. This involved trying to fax him directions to the various places he was going, and yet the fax machine on the other end repeatedly telling me "Sorry, faxes are not being accepted right now, Goodbye!". MPs are a horrendously disorganised bunch. They become so reliant on their offices to drip-feed them their daily schedule. It is not difficult to type a postcode into AA Route Planner, and hit the print button. Suddenly, you have all the stuff you need. But MPs just don't have the time. They always manage to fill it up with some nonsense, normally totally un-Parliament related.

So I'm glad we've hit the weekend. I need some time to recharge. Plus, there's always good stuff at weekends, not least the greatness that is football. It really does help the weeks pass by if you have something to look forward to. Of course, it's not good to be wishing your life away, but right now, because I'm so annoyed with the situation in work, as my diary talents are still being sharpened which leads to the odd mistake, I'm looking ahead to the fun to come.

The only problem is that I've been hit by intransigence. Many months ago I spotted that, coming up, would be a three day taster course in London South Bank University, the focus of which would be encouraging men to go into teaching primary children. This was fantastic, I thought, and I would be there like a shot. However, it was still some months away, so I didn't book it. Then, I spotted there would be one further ahead in February. That was better, I thought. I didn't want to start asking for days off already.

So I stopped thinking about it. Until a couple of days ago. When, upon closer inspection, I discovered the course in February was actually irrelevant, nothing to do with the other course. In a panic, I called up the November course to see if there were any places left. Of course, there aren't.

So now I'm just a little disappointed. I was looking forward to this. I really need to do something which will enhance my chances of getting onto a PGCE course once I graduate in 2008. At the moment, this is just not possible as I spent every waking hour in the week in work. The only option is to do something in the weekend. This is tough to do after such a long week...

It's a problem I'm going to have to come to terms with sooner than I want to admit.