It's blowing a gale today. Rain, loud enough to wake me up at about 3 has let up a little, but is still whipping across the playground outside. The win is enough to break an umbrella...with ease. There's no school lunch yet this term, as the first years are yet to start school (that joyous occasion will come tomorrow), so the teachers were going to order in a bento (lunchbox) lunch. I was working on my computer at the time, making stickers for another teacher and listened to the conversation in my section of the staffroom as the horribly sanctimonious head of year took all the teacher's orders. There was a break and I was yet to be asked for mine. Then I heard the head of year ask one of the Japanese English teachers:
"Does Olly want a Bento today?"
To which the teacher replied:
"No, he always goes to the 7-11 to get sandwiches".
Now, as annoying it is for this teacher to decide for me, it is way more annoying for this prick of a year-head to ask someone else what I want to do for lunch. I sit 3 chairs away from him for Christ sake, and he managed to ask teachers a lot further away than that. It's not even as if it is especially difficult Japanese to answer that "I would like a chicken nugget set" or "No thank you, I will go to 7-11". I know, I should have piped up and said:
"Whoah, hold the fuck up you sanctimonious nonse - despite being foreign and therefore not really human an'all, I still don't particularly want to trek 10 minutes in this end-of-the-world-storm and get soaked to the skin to go to 7-11 and get some of their rancid sandwiches. Hows about asking me whether I want a bento, and not asking someone else who has no idea what I might or might not want to eat. And, while I'm at it Mr English Teacher, even though I am a non-Yamato dirty foreigner, don't presume to make my culinary decisions for me, you cheeky gobshite."
But I didn't.
Instead, I trekked 10 minutes in this end-of-the-world-storm and got soaked to the skin to go to 7-11 and get some of their rancid sandwiches, and then sat at my desk dripping ostentatiously and eating my sandwiches with slightly too much tutting and shooting vicious looks at all the other teachers eating their piping hot bentos and paying no attention to me whatsoever.
A devastating response I feel.
