Three for Three. . .

I don’t know why I feel the need to share these stories with you- they are completely humiliating… nevertheless, I’m sure they will bring you great joy…so by all means, enjoy..

Day One:

On Monday I was sent to a school I had not been to before. At lunch time I join the others in the staff room and notice that a few people are drinking the left over milk boxes. In every school I have been to so far they hand out fruit and milk to the students during break time. I found the pile of milk boxes that were left over and said not to expire until March 2^{nd.  …}

Perfect! I thought to myself, I could use a cool glass of milk….so I sat down with the others and took in my first FULL intake of this milk. It was the most disgusting, warm, expired milk I have ever tasted in my life. . . and the worst part was- I couldn’t spit it out anywhere! I was in the midst of discussion with these women and well.. I didn’t have any option. So, I did the unthinkable. . . I swallowed it, and continued with the conversation as if nothing had ever happened.  

Day Two:

So my head boss from my agency phones me on this morning to tell me how to get to this school. I could tell everyone in the office was super busy because the instructions were quite short and direct. However, I was really unsure of the road I was still on and began sending him my text “I don’t know exactly where I am..” is what the text was suppose to say…but unfortunately I hit the send button after texting “I do.”  Immediately I get this call and my boss goes, “My, you have become quite forward with me! I didn’t even have time to pop the question yet.”  .. of course I’m totally caught of guard and have no idea how to respond...so I just laugh and say “sooo back to me being lost…how do I get to this school?” I wish I could say it all ends there, but nope. I get bugged about it all the time now. Bah!! and this is my boss!!

Day Three:

I just finished work. It’s the end of the day and I can’t wait to just get my time sheet signed and go home! Unfortunately I just have to make a quick stop to the washroom first. As I’m walking I see a door that says “Staff toilet” (they call them toilets here, not washrooms.) Now, can I just say … why is it that they don’t have to specify that staff rooms are co-ed? Everyone naturally assumes it is! So my question is this, why would they say “Staff Toilet” in BIG letters, and then include a tiny little male symbol on the side of the door?  (which, by the way...I did not see until afterwards) So.. sigh. I walk in with full determination – I’m on a mission right? Get in and get out.. Hah! Well, I got out pretttty fast, let me tell you. I opened the door took one step in- and there, to my horror and disbelief is a very handsome British teacher, washing his hands before me.  I was soo confused that of course- I have to clarify what exactly is going on. “Is this bathroom co-ed?” was the first thing that popped into my mind. Ahhaha. I’m actually dying of laughter as I write this. I wish you could have been there to see this. Well not really. He replies in a very calm, composed voice, “I think the ladies is right behind you.” I back out sheepishly and all I can say is, “thanks.”

As I walk out of the ladies washroom I realise that I have a new problem at hand. The gentleman that I just conversed with is now in the gym teaching a lesson to the boys playing football. They are all quiet and listening attentively to his instruction. I need to get through the gym to go get to the office. I convinced myself that there has to be another way. I literally checked out every other hall, but unfortunately that was it, there was no escaping it. I walked trying my best to avoid all eye contact and just walk past—no such luck. But he was nice enough to wish me a good day.

How do I get myself into these situations? I should really write a book one day.