The near-miss.

So.......24 degrees may not seem that hot but it is too hot for me to easily sleep. It was coming light again and the temperature had dropped down to about 22 degrees before I finally dropped off.I woke after 9.30. Will was already up.Reaching for my phone I saw that there had been a phonecall, that I had missed, at 6.09 am .........I felt sick.....not because I had missed it but because it was surely a 'supply teacher' call.......'Tracer' works!27 years of teaching experience counted for nothing.....I was utterly terrified of going back into a classroom. I know nothing about the Australian curriculum.....I have not spent any of my idle hours researching it......what does that say? If it is anything like the UK system perhaps I should read about it at night....I would be asleep in no time!Making breakfast, well brunch, by the time I had gathered my wits, I suddenly remembered whiteboards.......and felt sick again. I could see myself turning up at a school not knowing what to do......Heck, I remembered parents too!......Now they are scary!.....and that's even before you count the children.I could have run away......but I didn't know where to run to.I discovered later, quite by accident, that I should have completed some online training anyway before I even get into schools. Surely this should be quite clear on the Tracer website, that even before you can indicate your availability to teach you have to prove you have done the required training....but no, apparently not. Phew, Imagine that if I had not missed the call turned up, been asked to show evidence of the online training and then turned away!I felt sick again.......getting back to work is hard work!I tried to get on to 'The Learning Place' to do my training......but didn't have a user ID or password. I rang the Department of Education and Training and finally got through to someone who hadn't a clue how to help me, went away to find out and came back equally clueless!"Oh, it says I can email 'The Learning Place' for an ID and password," I said, just noticing it."Yes do that" said the numpty, relieved.I did email and await a reply.I rang Tracer again in my ongoing  quest to discover if my profile had been deactivated......now, obviously it hadn't or else I would not have had the call......but I was doing it now out of a desire to show them up for their lack of communication."Hello, I rang yesterday trying to find out if my Tracer profile had been deactivated and I was told someone would ring back.....they haven't.""Oh, sorry can I take your details and I will get some one to ring you.""Er....that's what they said yesterday and no one did. Can you just put me through now to a person I can speak to about it?""No, sorry this is just a messaging service.""Can you give me the number then of the person I need to speak to about this?""I'm sorry they haven't given us any numbers that we can pass on."It beggars belief!I was surprised at myself that I must have still had some small reserve of patience left for me not to fly off the handle."I will get someone to ring.....shall I mark it urgent?""Yes, please," I said.Will and I went off to lounge in the new open air pool at Springfield. I got the call while we were on the way.The girl was very nice and said that 'yes, my profile was still active' ....but I knew that....she did apologise for not getting back to me sooner about it."Have a nice day," she said. I was I was heading to a pool while she was stuck in an office.Back home, they 'Tracer' had finally replied to my email that I sent last week telling them not to deactivate my profile.......it had taken them over a week to get to my email......why?!...they are not distracted by phone calls because no bugger can ring them!'Please make sure you engage in some teaching activity before 1st April 2016, or you profile will automatically be deactivated,' it warned.I am not going to bother saying I am available to teach here in Brisbane now. The school year ends soon and next week I am working with Wendi at the University on Monday, have a PET scan on Wednesday and then at the end of the week the family gathers to clear the house out for its imminent sale.I can't concentrate until everything is settled and we are up at Frogknot permanently.