Well, I just started a new job, and it was a trial to see if I could handle the workload. I did well, and actually enjoyed waiting tables, taking orders and being one of the world's workers again. I got the job, and they have employed me. The only trouble is that it is part time, I would very much like more work. Admittedly I am working for the commie café tomorrow (3 hours for twenty quid - less than a third of the musician's union minimum rate) where, for the past three gigs, a guy with a hammer smacks it against a piece of metal the entire time, which is very frustrating, but, being a professional means rolling with the punches, remaining Stoic about the whole shambles, and seeing the show to its conclusion, whatever the weather.
Today I managed to discern the provenance of the Voynich manuscript. It is Venetian, or at least seems to be. The evidence for this is from the shape of the buttresses on the ramparts, which are exclusively Venetian in style. I am working on dating the manuscript, and this means it will be sometime after the invention of the arbalest.
Much as I enjoy waiting tables, I do not intend to make a career out of it, and one way or another, I will be a success, as I feel that I am worth a damn sight more than doing unskilled labour. In any case, I am not proud, and intend to work hard. What bugs me is that my handwriting and ability to sing, play the pianoforte and the guitar are the least of my talents, and it is what everybody seems to love me for.
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