You Fool

Yesterday's April Fools joke didn't go exactly as I'd planned it. Perhaps I overdid it?

I sent an email to my line manager entitled Resignation asking if I should send my six week's notice to him, the headteacher, or to the business manager/bursar. As an April Fools joke. He was out on a course or at a meeting all morning, but I presume he checked his inbox as soon as he got back because he called me straight away to see me in his office.

He asked if I was unhappy in my work (at this point I must confess that I lied), or if I'd been head-hunted, or if he had done something to upset me. I asked him if he had looked at the calendar that morning and after thinking about it for a moment he said oh you can f**k off then in a voice which suggested, at once, both irritation and relief.

Then he said, with a worried look, I think the head's PA has filled in all the paperwork already, to which I replied are you trying to turn it back on me now? He admitted that he was, indeed, trying to turn the joke around and that I got him.

But, I don't know, maybe he was just really busy yesterday and thought that my resignation (whether real of fictional) was just one more thing that he didn't want on his plate at the time. Since he is the deputy head of the school and is almost always busy with something, I might have been taking up valuable time with such a prank and that might be one of the reasons he so colourfully told me where to go and how to get there.

So I'm not entirely sure how well the joke was taken, but I think that he might also feel the same way because this morning he made sure I heard him say good morning despite being halfway down the longest corridor in the school. So, maybe he thinks that he over-reacted and wants to ensure that I know that he took it all in good humour... or maybe I'm over thinking this whole damned thing.

There was another member of staff's leaving "do" last night that I was invited to. I retold the tale of the April Fools prank at the table when we were on the subject, but the reactions around me tells me that some people weren't listening properly and only caught the last bit.

In other news... I don't know, really. I think I might actually have a little bit of direction in life since the day before yesterday. I was thinking about Centre Parcs.

I would like to work outdoors; but, genetically, I don't have the stamina for lots of manual labour. I'm okay for about an hour, but after that I start to get dizzy and tired, and then I need to sleep for hours before I can even think about doing anything else. It's not that I'm unfit, because I try to keep myself in shape, I think it's just a genetic inferiority. Anyway, if I have to get an office job, then it might as well be somewhere like Centre Parcs where I can at least be surrounded by the outdoors rather than four walls and a prison-like letter box window.

So maybe, just maybe I'll look into getting a job in a place like Centre Parcs just so I can be a little closer to nature in my occupation.