Well,
most of the fuss has died down. Peter is never going to forgive me, and
I'm sorry, actually, Peter, because you were very kind to me giving me
a job and training me up and everything. Similarly Dave, who did wangle
me that trip to Greece for which thank you, Dave.
Mum seems to have rationalised it, and everyone else is just making
jokes about it. I've had dozens of emails from folk I hardly know,
asking me to diss them in my blog!
I've spent the week in the Public Library, combing the newspapers and
writing application letters for every single job with the word
"Archaeology" in it, wherever located. It's mostly University jobs,
recycling what I've learned and Museums, which is a little more
interesting. I'd really like to do site work, like I did in Greece, but
it's very badly paid. Plumbing has spoiled me for low paid jobs.
Speaking of low paid jobs, I went to another Damp Patch rehearsal. Jon,
the bass player I replaced, is still on his honeymoon, but they're
talking now about letting Jon go back to second lead guitar and making
me a permanent bass player. The drummer, Hambone (don't ask), moaned
that it would reduce the money they each got for a gig, but Jez pointed
out that "80% of piss-all is still piss-all". Everyone but me has a
permanent job. The money for the gigs doesn't even cover running the
van.
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