Day 3 of the temp job. We are deep-cleaning a school before the kids come back. I can say that I categorically hate gum, graffiti and black shoes.
There's nothing wrong with cleaning. I do not think less of those that do clean for a living. I quickly got over feelings of inadequacy the first time I swept up puke as an au pair. And yet ...
I am forever petrified of being stuck here. It would be my #1 worst nightmare to be cornered by bad finances (of which I have plenty) into a life of 60-hour weeks scrubbing on my hands and knees.
This is temporary. If I did it in Turkey in exchange for diving lessons, it would be temporary.
In September I start teacher training. In December I start applying for jobs. September 2012 I begin my NQT year. After that, all this being patient and planning ahead and biding my time will pay off, as I'll be on the first plane to somewhere hot and sunny with eager kids.
I never got to do my gapyear. I'm in too much debt to consider it now. But my god I will get out there to see the world no matter how goddamn long it takes.
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