So yeah I’m home and chilled. This week has been about my invigilation career. (This phrase is a joke) If you’ve got an exam, if nobody else can help, and if you can book him, you can get the A invigilator.
“You showed up fully for our last exam,” said one of the students. Well groomed, wearing a football shirt he was. “You’ve cut your hair and put on a nice shirt.” he observed.
I had a haircut yes. And I’m wearing Lou’s blockprint. Some of the invigilators treated me like I was a totally different person having just shaved. “Haven’t seen you for ages,” tried Angela who I saw yesterday. But yeah I get it. My hair comes fast and it changes my face. I auditioned for someone who would be clean shaven. Gotta look the part. And I had long hair too. No more. It’s only the hat that he recognised me by.
Meanwhile I’ve been drawing up plans to clear these units that have to be cleared. Bits of noise round the country where people need their things to turn back into energy. Round and round we go. But I’ve got it sorted whether or not Dean is silent, my truck man. I thought he could deliver. I am not particularly interested in booking anything through a proxy so if you’ve got your HGV licence tell me, I’m putting things in place to get mine so I don’t have to wait for silent people.
The invigilating is always just seasonal and part time, I value it for that. When I tried to work for ATG as a receptionist I quickly realised they needed commitment in a way I couldn’t muster. One department of exams, and a department I know very very well? Great. That’s gravy and if my back goes and I can’t do the theatre jobs I’ve still never auditioned for then fuck it, at least I’ve put things in place.
Bedtime though. Tomorrow is an assessment day. This is a changing time for me and I’m glad you’re along for the ride.
AlBarclay 