Principal's awards & principal smartarses..

Australia's unfriendliest city?

The weather (apart from the last 48 hours) is fairly perfect. The outlook over the harbour on one side, and the ocean on the other are equally - and unfairly - perfect. Roo's transition to school has been perfect - note for happy beginning: hold your child back a month or so, give his teacher a 'give or take' start date, so that when he arrives at school he is so expected that he has reached celebrity status.... Roo's class ROCKS. He is happy, confident, and - brag o'clock - is already the proud recipient of the weekly principal's award. Cookie's favourite time of the day is school drop off and pick up. She adores the girls in Roo's class, and has everyone - kids, parents and teachers alike - completely hoodwinked. :) She is in her element.

The last couple of weeks have been a bit rough tho'. Someone told me that Sydney was widely known as Australia's unfriendliest city, I was desperate to disprove this, but struggling to all the same, and so last week, after a teary, pmt fuelled call to a pal, lamenting absent friends and unfamiliar faces, the universe thankfully kicked in, and produced, not one, but 2 invitations to playdates, a birthday invitation for a grownup, as well as a birthday invitation for a childerbeast to follow up on last weeks' birthday party. A visit from my wonderful cousin Jules, a visit from the wonderful Lords (we had kept that a secret from the kids until their oldest mates rang the doorbell! - priceless).

Gotta love that universe sometimes.

I've also managed to scrounge up some work, however, the universe hasn't exactly pushed the right buttons on that front tho. Might need a bit of a 're-tweak'. Without naming names, it's been an 'interesting' transition back into the workforce.

9 months off.
2 days on.
On the verge of about 9 more months off..... at least.

The thing about work for me, is that it gives me an outlet to TALK. It gives me a break from the kids, and usually, a good old belly laugh. What sort of an idiot then, chooses a job whereby one is not required to talk - oh, apart from of course: " would you prefer red wine or white? ".... My age is also against me, my colleagues are 12 years old, they aren't giving me the chance to show them how hilariously funny I am. I'm just not cool enough to be given any attention. I feel like one of the Baby Boomers on TAYG. Sort of. Which leads me to the principal smartarse bit of this post: One of the ugly things about the hospitality industry, is unfortunately, ego. It is rife here. Get over yourselves.

Tomorrow is the start of a new week... lets see where it takes me.