It's only an interview, but I've gone for a manager's job in a supermarket (effectively a glorified shelf-stacker, with not much more than basic pay, because, well, that's what you do with a master's degree in Classical Latin in Dark Age Britain - this is not fifteenth century Florence or the heyday of Charlemagne, evidently). I may not even get the job, but if I do that means it's the end of that... place, possibly. I may keep both jobs and graft it for a while, but I am really not a fan of being told what to do by teenagers and kids in their early twenties. But, well, that's what you do with your master's degree in Dark Age Britain. This is not the Italian Renaissance or Elizabethan England, evidently.
Max.
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