I have often wondered which house the sorting hat would put me in at Hogwarts. Now I know. Click on my Hufflepuff graphic and do the test yourself….don’t forget to let me know which one you were in!
Which Hogwarts house will you be sorted into?
For the record, I was 13 points for Hufflepuff, 11 for Ravenclaw, 10 for Gryffindor and 8 for Slytherin.
Cheerio!
It’s 1.49am. I have completed one of the exam questions. I have comsumed several coffees, a bottle of V and almost all of a 150gram block of chocolate. I have (largely) completed the research for the other question. I am now going to bed. I have set the alarm for 5.30am. That should be enough time to finish it and file it by the 10am deadline. I might even have time to read it again before I send it. Spell check? Nah.
No, I’m not advocating the continuation of one of the most tiresome movie franchises in history. I am, this morning, home alone, cramming for an exam that runs from Monday afternoon to Wednesday morning. Beloved K and Children S and A have headed off down the coast to visit K’s mum and dad, taking advantage of the kids’ day off school Monday to put together Child A’s cloak to go with her (borrowed) medieval dress for school. I’m fighting the procrastination forces, and (despite finding time to blog) so far I’m winning. I spent hours yesterday going right through the unit’s reading again, and I’ll spend today doing the same, as well as updating the learning journal I need to keep for the second assignment of the unit. Tomorrow I have a normal work day, but I’ll cut it short when the exam lobs in my inbox so I can come straight home and work on it.
As I work I have the TV on in the background. I actually find I get more done reading with a familiar movie in the background than I do with silence or a close equivalent. Maybe I’m just addicted to electronic entertainment.
Must go, otherwise I will be procrastinating….and that just won’t do today.
Cheerio!
Finally, after a lot of waiting (not good for an Aries), I know what my next position at work is going to be. On Friday morning I enjoyed a very entertaining meeting with most of the company’s senior honchos. There was the GM, the EIC, the deputy GM, the business development Mgr. These are all very talented people, and very successful. I know some of them fairly well, but others I still have more to learn. Suffice to say that they are all big assets to the company and really good to work with. Friday morning was entertaining because they were sitting around the table talking about me and what my new job will be. In short, I will be the manager of strategic publishing. Beloved K was talking to Jury about it on Saturday morning (while I was off on a fruitless search for my missing glasses). When I asked Jury whether she understood what I would be doing, it turned out that neither of them did. Oh well, the title sounds impressive so substance becomes a little less important. The short version of what I will be doing is coming up with ideas for one-off or semi-regular publications, usually themed around a single event or topic, working out how they can be sold, them making sure they are sold, while also co-ordinating the editorial content of these publications. The objective is to create new revenue to boost our bottom line. It is quite like my company to move quickly once a decision like this has been made, so my appointment is effective from this Tuesday. I will be based at head office (a 10-minutes longer commute than now – doh!) so it will be good to be at the heart of the action.
Child S is recovering, although his chunky cough is going to hang around for a while. He managed a full day at school on Friday (after not making it to lunchtime on Thursday). Both Child A and Child S are coming along nicely at piano, and their teacher is all enthusiastic about their prospects. Child S is very excited about the upcoming medieval day at school (thanks to Aunt J for the dress, and Mum for the postage).
Cheerio!
Today should be a good day for finding out stuff. I have a meeting scheduled for 11.30am with the GM and EIC to nut out the details of my next role at work. It’s looking exciting, and I’m jumping out of my skin to get in to it. My commute to work won’t be any better, in fact it will be worse, but the role itself will be more flexible and will have more scope for creativity. I’ll let you know how it pans out! Sick child S went back to school yesterday, and almost lasted the morning. Beloved K had to leave work to pick him up and take him home. She’s worried she will have to do that again today, leaving her work in the lurch, but what can you do? If the boy’s sick and the school won’t have him it doesn’t leave much wriggle room. By all reports there were just 14 kids in child S’s class yesterday, and that probably included him. Between Flue and Norovirus a lot of classes are like that. The radio news freaked me out on the way home last night – a 4-year-old boy died from Flue on Tuesday at a Brisbane hospital. Beloved K took Sam to the doctor after that (one doctor on duty, almost 2 hours of waiting) but the medical opinion was that he would be OK. I supposed paranoid parents are good parents (I hope so, because I am one!).
Cheerio!
