It was busy at that... place this evening, and the young chick that is banging Captain Bligh was unusually highly strung, yelling the entire time it was busy. I almost quit this evening, but just about managed to keep my cool. If anything goes wrong it's me that gets the blame. I am always the first to be blamed. Everyone makes mistakes, myself included. Whenever I make a mistake I always accept responsibility and apologise. Whenever anyone else makes a mistake (the teenagers or the thugs) they immediately blame someone else, most often me. It is always someone else's fault, never their own.
In any case, I bought a trio of reasonably curious books today from a second hand stall. The first was a book on business, which is potentially important. It's designed for CEOs of companies and may come in quite useful. Another book was a reference work on geography. If I am to translate Pomponius Mela (an ancient geographer that wrote in Latin) then I will need this work. The third was a work on philosophy and morality.
I made some notes before work on while reading a work on how to write well. One of the things which struck me was that Mae West kept a diary, and advised keeping one. If nothing else, keeping this diary, even if hardly anyone reads it, is worthwhile.
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