An apology for absence AKA a list of excuses

Maybe it's time to explain my relative absence from the blogosphere and the likelihood of more absence .....

Some good news:  I have a new job.  Sometimes I like doing it.

The flip side:  I am drowning in work like I've never drowned in work before and can't keep up with reading your blogs, even though I need the laugh like I've never needed laughs before.

Some good news:  I have had a couple of recent opportunities to perform some poetry and more to come.

The flip side:  That means I have to write fresh stuff.

Some good news:  I like writing fresh stuff.  It's well fun.

The flip side:  I don't have time to write blog posts about wrapping babies in foil or in dead cats.

The good news:  You don't have to read my posts about wrapping babies in foil or dead cats.

The flip side:  You may be as sick in the head as I am and therefore wanting to.

Some good news:  I have found out how to use Twitter (in a very basic fashion)

The flip side:  I have found out that Twitter isn't just a 'drop-in-once-a-week' kind of deal, like an acquaintance with whom one has tea politely then goes off again for ages.  Twitter wants a full-on relationship with snogging and everything.

Some good news:  I am getting much better at marking work and planning lessons than I used to be.

The flip side:  It still takes hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours.

Some good news:  The days have 24 whole hours in them.

The flip side:  If you don't sleep for at least some of those hours, you look like you DID drown.




Fran was finding marking with one hand and underwater a challenge, but it had to be done by Monday.

Comments

  1. Lesley15/5/11 10:35

    Congratulations, I think! Watch out for new jobs. They can totally change your life.

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  2. Steve15/5/11 11:02

    I truly sympathise - getting the work / fun balance right in life is a constant battle. And by getting it right I mean no work and all fun.

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  3. Susan Scheid (Raining Acorns)15/5/11 11:28

    Congrats on the new job! Your list of excuses is Fran-larious, as always, and useful for many occasions. You might consider patenting them . . . in your spare time. . .

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  4. Martin15/5/11 11:57

    Your absence is excused, as long as you're having fun...and I suspect you are.

    I recently opened a Twitter account but, as I suspected, I just don't have the time it takes to tweet as often as it takes to get cred. Must try harder.

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  5. broken biro15/5/11 12:59

    It's nice to see you pop up on twitter (and you, Martin!) but don't sweat it - it's very forgiving and it takes time to build up the 'cred' as you call it, but you will - you're one of the funniest ladies I've 'met' in cyberspace... and your comments/posts are always well worth the wait!! 8-)

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  6. Charlotte15/5/11 13:00

    Congratulations, don't let it tip the balance and keep smiling.

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  7. Bluestocking Mum15/5/11 13:03

    You were missed. But we understand. And you will be fine. There's lots to get your head round in a new job. Welcome to Maslow's world of being a conscious incompetent. Theory says you will be at least six months in this state but you'll soon progress along the stages and be doing it standing on your head ;)

    Promise.

    xx

    PS - now you know why I don't do anything on Twitter.

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  8. Jayne15/5/11 13:24

    You're on Twitter, Fran? *zooms to twitter, finds you, follows. Gets sucked into Twitterville for hours. Limps back*

    New jobs, while lovely in their new-ish-ness, sort of lose their shine when it comes to actual work-ish-ness. Hopefully it'll settle itself down into an acceptable balance soon!

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  9. Anna May15/5/11 14:14

    I want a note from your Mum confirming why you have been absent

    Anna May x

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  10. Pam 15/5/11 14:25

    I really don't recommend teaching while standing on your head.

    I have 38 working days to go. There - you wanted something to cheer you up, didn't you?

    Missing your blogs, though not so much the cruel-to-small-sentient-creatures ones.

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  11. #1Nana15/5/11 14:45

    Congratulations on the new job. We'll be here when you get a chance to drop in for a visit.

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  12. Unknown16/5/11 03:13

    Just a friendly word of warning. Once your hooked on Twitter, you have time for nothing else....don't say you weren't warned!

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  13. Unknown16/5/11 04:00

    Yay! Congratulations on the new job.

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  14. Crayon16/5/11 11:26

    I suppose you'll be wanting us to write you an excuse now? Oh... all right. The world needs more Fran! We'll share.

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  15. Annie (Lady M) x17/5/11 13:45

    Congratulations on the new job Fran - that is marvellous news! If is any consolation, I am finding it a bit hard fitting in everything at the moment. My twitter account is just a step too far at the moment.

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  16. Anonymous7/6/11 12:26

    NEW JOB!? Congratulations!! :)

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