I appear to be no closer to being given a budget. I ask with increasing urgency every week at Senior Management Team meeting, issued deadlines, threats, accusations of sheer incompetency, and Dr No just grins innocuously .
Damn it! I won't be beaten. I'm gonna storm Finances and collect my much promised "floating" budget. And then bloody spend it all and then ask for the same again. We can't teach properly without essential teaching resources and as i plead in SMT meetings, "we have finally started to map the Curriculum, now let us teach it."
I'm feeling pretty low having witnessed first-hand Miss Menbere's Art class when i discover hidden away packets of oil pastels and sketch books on the shelves of the expensive All Mart shopping mall. Damn it - i want them and i'm bloody well going to buy them. I decide then and there that i will do a couple of "Model" Art class for Miss Menbere (i'm thinking some Van Gogh wheatfields) on condition that she observes, learns and implements. No more "colouring in" cats please!!!
I've run out of money, haven't been paid since i arrived, and i just took out a little Birr on my ever decreasing visa account. By the time i by my weekly groceries too, i find i have spent all my cash, yet again!
Splashing the cash again!
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