So, without too much palava I got through my second floor shift and am working next on Friday, doing what I do best: pouring pints!
Thankfully I think I impressed with my initiative (not being totally brain-dead I think helped) and I'm now fully a member of the team. Now comes the part I dont like: working long hours for little pay.
Went to volleyball training last night and then to Laura's 21st party afterwards, was accosted (very mildly) by a gay guy I knew from school who wanted "rape" me, apparantly. It was a tiny bit like the guy from Balls of Steel with his 'Fancy a bum?' line. I laughed it off until a friend of his said he was probably being serious, then offering me a sausage from the bbq which I declined rather hastily, conscious of possible connotations of me chomping on a bratwurst.
Gay people dont bother me, not in the slightest. I know myself well enough to say 'If I wanted to be, I'd have done it by now', so any possible bi-curiosity is a strange concept to me. Still, each to their own.
Decided today that I am definitely having Mark Corrigan-esque thoughts when I'm talking to women; it's a little worrying. Also had a phonecall from Olly today to tell me his dissertation only got 48%, needless to say his nose is sorely out of joint. Now isn't the time but I believe that he chose a topic that maybe was too broad and didnt get enough help earlier on in the process. Then again, I havent got my mark back yet and I think I'd do well to keep it a secret, just in case I find myself in a similar boat of fortune to Mr Williams. I hope not, I worked bloody hard at that thing and took the time to do some serious workshopping with people who were doing M.A's as to how I could put my argument across clearly. I should at least get 55 +, though I'd kill for a 1st.
Gotta go now, am accompanying the ginger one to Southampton and then possibly smoking a few cigars with the Viking.
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with pints and cigars, nothing can go wrong!
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