Today has been a bit of a nightmare to tell you the truth. I went to Pamplona earlier to go to the police station in order to answer bail. I can't go into too much detail due to legal restrictions imposed by the courts and the spanish version of the RSPCA. I'm maintaining my innocence and I hope it all gets sorted soon and doesn't get in the way of my job.
Only messing. I had to go there to sort out my N.I.E card. This is a form of I.D that I must get to prove that I'm a resident here in Spain so that I can open a bank account and get paid. The sooner it's sorted the better. I tried to go through the police station doors but was stopped by a man in plain clothes. Was he a copper? Was he a security guard? I just don't know. I told him I was here to see Juana to sort out my N.I.E however he informed me that she wasn’t here today and that if I need to see her then I need to book an appointment, even though I was told I didn’t have to do that. What a set of useless wankers. So that was €14 and 2 hours down the shitter and there was nothing I could do about it, so I went home.
I forgot to mention in the earlier posts about the induction I had in Pamplona about 2 weeks ago. This was where all the language assistants in Navarra had to attend before we started our jobs. Firstly, we had to do some ice breakers. Fuck yes I love ice breakers! Get everyone going and that! How much does a polar bear weigh? Enough to break the ice, I’m Joe, how you doing? YEEEAAAH! Lets break some frigging ice!
But no, this was different. This was more…deep. A bit of soul searching if you will. So Stephen, who was leading the induction, gave us a few minutes to have a think about why we were here. What brought us here? What do we want to get out of this? Heavy man, real heavy. I had to laugh at one guy who was sat in a meditating position with his eyes closed. Who does that really?
So anyway Stephen put a t-shirt on the floor and we had to explain our journey from the t-shirt to the door, with the door being the present and future.
This was completely optional. Only 5 people out of the 40 who were there did it, and I was one of them. I just cannot stand awkward silences so I decided to do it. I explained that how learning spanish at school, not wanting to be a greeter in Asda all my life, working in a school, the fact that Valencia was my 1st choice and if I didn’t do this then I’d fail uni, and wanting to be a spanish teacher, were all contributing factors as to why I was in that induction.
Then we had to explain how hearing these journeys made us feel. It became clear at this point that Nick, who was first to participate in said activity, was quite a talker. Don’t get me wrong, I love to talk, I’ll talk to anyone because I’m nice like that, but Nick likes to talk complete and utter bollocks in the most monotonous and nasal way possible. Nick is his 30s, he is bald and completely dead behind the eyes. His face shows no emotion whatsoever. Throughout the day he was incredibly rude and interrupted almost everyone, including the people leading the induction (at one point he stood at the front as if he was leading it himself) to tell stories of his own experiences and to give his own advice (it turns out he’d only worked in a school for 3 weeks), tried to direct the group photo for the newspaper and constantly talked over people when they were explaining classroom management activities we had to do. I came to the conclusion that Nick was an absolute gobshite bell-end. If anyone has seen that episode of The Office were they have the training session and David Brent keeps trying to take over and gets his guitar out, then that is exactly what it was like.
I just wish Jamie or Kynman were there to see it…
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