I took Monday off due to an exhaustion I believe came with the depression I felt about my Cultural assignment.
I met with the chaplain and he appeared somewhat lost about the lack of responsibility to te Tiriti. Encouraging me to write to HR.
I've had a nightmare this morning with everyday things.... My waterbottle spilling in my bag, courier issues, topping up phone issue, phone call meetings.... On and on and on....
I have sushi train tonight and multiverse of madness. I should be excited. But I'm lack luster. I brought baby Chewie into work to cheer me up... Make an effort.
My primary school is demolishing their school hall today. It was a little sad.
I spoke with my tutor yesterday about my marks on my second practice compass. It's still confusing me. I have one marker. She is marking all three of my compasses. The third one is marked and is the mark that counts towards my final grade. She has commented an example of how she wants me to write sections, which is great and straightforward and yes I can do this.... Then later on she has highlighted sections of my work she wants me to put in, but it's not in her original example. Then there's the A grade examples in Te Ariari.... And I followed that in my second compass, and she highlighted 80% of my work and said it was in the wrong place.
Work has decided to change our label for clients from tangata whaiora to tangata whaikaha. How can they do this without a cultural group? Also, our whenua is Ngāi Tahu which drops the wh and replaces it with k. We should be addressing them as tangata kaikaha.
Anger sits upon me. Leading me to the dark side. Chewie! Take my hand!
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