Perhaps it's because I'm jaded that I'm unable to muster the same sort of enthusiasm and eagerness the other fresh-out-of-school temps bring to their work. I alternatively envy them and pity them-they just don't know what they're getting into. But, at least, work has certainly gotten more interesting and challenging, a far far cry compared to a mere week ago, but I'm already counting down the weeks. 3 more months, just 3 months! Why doesn't time seem to fly by anymore?

I suppose I'm glad I don't hate going to work. In fact I do enjoy it in a weird, perverse way. But, perhaps it will be an utterly different story when and if I do start teaching. Perhaps I wouldn't be so sanguine then. In the meantime, marking scripts is mind-numbing (and sometimes interesting) work, and I need more stimulating books to read to and from work, either that or I'll have to develop the ability to survive on much less sleep if I so desire to have some resemblence of a life after 9.30pm workdays..

On a more positive note, I've made active plans to start exercising again! Finally... inertia really is exercise's worst enemy. I know. I'm just plain lazy.