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Three weeks into the new job & I still hate it less than the old one (grimly counting blessings .. .). Today was pretty sucky though, last day before we sit our test to get on the phones. They starting to worry we'll stuff up & make them look bad so it was a solid day of earnest swot. rHS loved it, a chance to show how good she is.
The highlight of the day was while marking our mock tests with Junior Pinstripe the teenage company man. He told her she had a question wrong, she was not having it, proved herself right, & humbly but determinedly extracted an acknowledgement & retraction from the little snot. Her self-satisfaction was gorgeous but she didn't gloat at all, just sweetly turned to the next question. Next question she got wrong - out & out wrong. Mortified now, she actually pulled her roll neck jumper (a modest wee dresser in general) up over her head & made embarrassed noises in her southland accent. I gave her an avuncular rub on the shoulder, pleased that Commander BadIdea didn't even roll over in his sleep. None-the-less the sight of a chagrined woman always improves my day. Spoiled immediately by the reptilian sneer on the face of Pinstp Jnr. At least he's sure to be utterly cunt-whipped by his fiance (who he mentions roughly every 90mins), and his Mum (with whom he's moved back in with to save a deposit for a house).
Then parent teacher meetings: the Spanish teacher is seriously hot (& the sprog doing good in class), english teacher was singularly unprepossessing, bore a nose permanently wrinkled - suggestive of making the best of a bad situation (but the sprog is doing good in class).