The reason I didn't update this morning is because I was a little - actually, a lot - depressed. I don't know why. I feel better now I'm out of my own head.
I've started writing up the con. It should be fairly respectably written when finished, though I'm promising nothing where that's concerned.
While I was at SG-5, Tony called and asked me to come in for an hour today. He's got James trying to teach me how to use an MS-DOS computer equipped with modem - it's all very odd and may perhaps be unique. I like James - he's nice, friendly and good at what he does, and he has long hair and glasses, always nice. One of his friends came in today to complain about how he failed his driving test - he was supposed to go straight on at a roundabout, but he indicated right and went left, hitting the kerb while he did it, so he's been failed. Poor guy.
The surprising thing about this afternoon was the fact Tony made James pay me - because of my age I don't get minimum wage, but they gave me £3.50 for an hour's work. I was surprised because it really didn't feel like work - I enjoyed it, and if there's anything I can do, it's deal with books and computers.
So I may have a regular job now. I certainly hope so. Pedar thinks it might be a good idea to go and see My Big Fat Greek Wedding on Thursday, which I'm also all for. We went food-shopping this evening after I finished working, and revealed to ourselves how clueless we both are with all things food. We've both taken the microwaveable route. It occurred to me that I have the potential to be the most horrible roommate ever - I stay up so late, get up so late, eat such weird things and at such weird times, and I leave a trail of mess wherever I go.
Oh, well. Not such a bad day, all told. I was trying to tell Pedar about the con - he thoroughly approved of the non-profit aspect of it. I explained about the Canadian Cystic Fibrosis charity, and for good measure, I told him the story about Corin Nemec and the bananas. He thought I was kidding.
I've started writing up the con. It should be fairly respectably written when finished, though I'm promising nothing where that's concerned.
While I was at SG-5, Tony called and asked me to come in for an hour today. He's got James trying to teach me how to use an MS-DOS computer equipped with modem - it's all very odd and may perhaps be unique. I like James - he's nice, friendly and good at what he does, and he has long hair and glasses, always nice. One of his friends came in today to complain about how he failed his driving test - he was supposed to go straight on at a roundabout, but he indicated right and went left, hitting the kerb while he did it, so he's been failed. Poor guy.
The surprising thing about this afternoon was the fact Tony made James pay me - because of my age I don't get minimum wage, but they gave me £3.50 for an hour's work. I was surprised because it really didn't feel like work - I enjoyed it, and if there's anything I can do, it's deal with books and computers.
So I may have a regular job now. I certainly hope so. Pedar thinks it might be a good idea to go and see My Big Fat Greek Wedding on Thursday, which I'm also all for. We went food-shopping this evening after I finished working, and revealed to ourselves how clueless we both are with all things food. We've both taken the microwaveable route. It occurred to me that I have the potential to be the most horrible roommate ever - I stay up so late, get up so late, eat such weird things and at such weird times, and I leave a trail of mess wherever I go.
Oh, well. Not such a bad day, all told. I was trying to tell Pedar about the con - he thoroughly approved of the non-profit aspect of it. I explained about the Canadian Cystic Fibrosis charity, and for good measure, I told him the story about Corin Nemec and the bananas. He thought I was kidding.
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