Tonight, I could blog about the Olympics, about the opening ceremony more precisely, or about Mitt Romney's blunder(s) about the Olympics, which gave me a strong feeling of Schadenfreude when I read about it this week (I cannot stand this imbecile). I will blog about neither. Because today is Friday, and for some reason it remembered the Fridays of my former job in a school, three years ago already. I quickly hated this job, the pettiness of many members of the staff, the clicquee attitude of said staff, well pretty much everything really. It put me off teaching, at this level at least. I felt overworked, underpaid, underappreciated and I hate the arrogance of those people.
But there were a few colleagues I actually appreciated. One of them was a grandmother who was a teaching assistant (I mentioned her before, when I posted about my religious lesson). At every Friday, there was fish and chips for lunch. We had the choice between beans or green peas to go on the side. Of course the fish was not great, but it was good enough as a treat, after a long week.But there was no condiment, no tartar sauce or malt vinegar. I love fish and chips with an unhealthy dose of malt vinegar. I mentioned it once, while I was queing for my meal, that it would be perfect, if only there was a nice pint of ale and some malt vinegar to go with it. The very next week, she had brought a little vial of malt vinegar, which she gave to me. She said she always brought some for herself. This was a gratuitious act of kindness and I never forgotten it. I forgot her name, sadly and I feel somewhat ashamed about it. I really disliked my time there, I disliked many people there, however I will never forget that there were good people in this school that made my time there bearable. I will never forget the malt vinegar.
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