They called me in again last night at Won's Westwon because young Thomas did not turn up for work three days running. Speaking of which, seeing as he lives next door to the Tiger-lady's place I actually saw him run past the shop front during my shift. I immediately informed "our glorious leader" because I felt bad that had expected to not have to work that evening (I thought I would be free to study - my favourite past-time). The Tiger-lady fired Nyah recently for less offenses than this so I think she is going to let Tom go: which means more shifts for me! Excellent.
Wolfae and I fell out again over study. She kept saying that she studies so hard whilst simultaneously giving excuses why she does not study. She is completely deluded. I kept telling her that she is not on level 3, whereas she thinks she is (she is studying at the very first rung: level 1) and she did not take my advice that the learning curve is very very steep. I fear she will not make the grade, because she cannot handle stress and has not the wearwithal, nor the enthusiasm for serious scholarship. I saw her in the supermarket yesterday, she at least waved as I said hello to her, but threw me a dagger-like stare.
I miss my ex girlfriend with each heartbeat, from the moment I awake to the moment I sleep. It as if a gigantic hole has been blown through the centre of my heart. I have been reduced to tears numerous times since the break up and I am very sad indeed. The only good thing is that I have invested these feelings into my poetry, which is a good form of catharsis.
I neglected to mention that I have been involved in an archaeological excavation recently. A stele was unearthed in Durnonovaria and I was called in to try and figure out what it meant. I was unable to (although I had a jolly good try) and instead the good Doctor (my tutor - who is most excellent) was able to decipher the meaning of the inscription. While Charles-Phillip Clarke (the archaeologist) told me to dig in the corner, I kept nagging him to dig near where we found the inscription. Then I unearthed two big pieces of Portland stone. He said, "That's just a bit of rock, there is nothing there". Lo and behold, the moment I unearthed them, more writing was found which meant - with the help of the good Doctor - we were able to read the complete meaning of the piece, which was badly damaged. A few other bits and bobs were found there. I was utterly excluded by all the people involved (people from the Council, and the museum) and as they all stood around talking and taking photographs I had my hands and knees in the dirty (with an empty belly and no pay) doing the real stuff. Luckily I found what is likely a piece of glass (it is some sort of transparent stone) and as a result of my exclusion I am very happy.
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