After the draft of oompa loompas and Lilliputians at that... place, I was sent away for a week, on "holiday" (even though I'm skint). I return to that... place today. During this week I could have accomplished more. I learnt a little ancient Greek (translated a little Aristotle). Did some reading (classics, naturally). Wrote a little. Did a little editing. I have accomplished none of the objectives I set out to finish. Namely, actually publishing a book - which means firing up the older computer and coding. There is also a book I should have edited, but much of it is missing, so that can wait until I have the full text.
Being poor is okay. This is, after all, Dark Age Britain. It is not a country where education actually means anything. It is a place for poor people, beggars, slaves. It will take much not to simply walk out this evening at that... place. I dislike my boss very much. Home "educated" (id est: completely uneducated). Seventeen years old. Fat. Slow. A brown noser. Until I can get over this psychological block I've got for programming, I am stuck here. So, I guess I'll just have to suck it up. Would that I lived in ancient Rome! (Where an educated slave was worth more than an uneducated slave: whereas here, in Dark Age Britain, the opposite is true).
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