Great. Even my supporting staff doesn't believe in me.

I know I haven't written a great deal about work on this cos tbh I quite frankly want to forget it actually exists. But something has really eaten me up these last few weeks. 

Ever since we've been given a form to write down our preferences for next year my own assistant has been trying to get me to go for a different year group. I brushed this off believing this must be down to my paranoia which has gone ten fold since starting this job (really though, I can't believe I've not been locked up with suspected paranoid schizophrenia the way I go on these days).  Especially when she's been asking whether I know where I'm going next year about two times a week. It was only until tonight where I've rationally made the decision that actually she doesn't want me teaching her child next year...

I only know this because I jokingly said it hoping that she'd confirm that everything was just in my head. But when I did say it it was met by nervous laughter. 

Just great. Even those you work close with has decided you're no good. 

This permanent contract is looking more and more like the prison sentence that I thought it was gonna be...