Work Experience.
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EDIT: lol just realised I never mentioned where I was working - Crofton Roman Villa.
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(X-posted from Deviantart)
So work experience is....interesting.
Well, no. Not really.
Some days I'm archiving finds, which is DULL, but actually quite informative. I can now tell the difference between Roman, prehistoric and saxon pottery chunks now, biatches
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It also gives me enough knowledge to TOTALLY LOVE how inaccurate Bonekickers is. But I'll watch it anyway. For the Lulz. And The Spirit of Brian runs through it. Brian being my weird supervisor who is....crabby. Very crabby.
So, when I'm not stuck in the freezing, dark dusty shack known as The Store, I've been doing a shit load of rather redundant admin (which sucks) and taking workshops at the villa for school children.
Basically, I get to shout at bratty kids all day and then arse around with James (co-worker/volunteer) talking about Dr Who and attempting to play Crisis Core. The former also includes drumming out the Master's drum beat all. day. long. to the utter confusion of our bosses. The latter because James is a kind soul and lent me his PSP. YAY.
Tomorrow I'm going to some Anthropology Day thing. I'm not as excited about it as I was, because even though I booked a place and had it confirmed in April, they STILL haven't sent me the details of the workshops available. Which fucking sucks, cause the form had to be returned by June 10th.
Bastards.
So I'm probably going to be shoved in the activities I don't wanna do but oh well. Promised to bug James via text if/when I got bored, poor him.
Also, the "not quite sure what's memories, what's dreams" thing has kicked in again. But seeing as I texted Kate MINUTES AFTER IT HAPPENED, I'm pretty sure I have proof that I didn't go looney, which is always nice to know
