Saturday, April 30, 2005
BYEBYE*STEPH
Soundtrack: 'Employment,' Kaiser Chiefs (obviously)
Good evening this evening.
I've just finished my last day at Scholars. Normal people get parties thrown for them when they leave work by their co-workers. I have no co-workers, so I threw myself a party. Fortunately, my mother stayed with me the whole day, I think partly because she felt sorry for me, partly because she didn't want me to scare the people of Warminster with my notorious crazy dancing.
I made myself a banner from the pieces of card we use to label the stuff we set by for people. It had a character on each piece of card: B, Y, E, B, Y, E, *, S, T, E, P and H. I punched holes through the top corners and used colourful rubber bands to hold the thing together. I was well impressed with myself.
Sophie from Scholars Trowbridge called me to say 'bye.' That shop sounds way more interesting than Warminster (I can't call it my shop anymore. No worries. At all). She said that she had a couple come in. Originally, she had thought that the woman was just getting a costume for a fancy dress party, but she overheard their conversation when they thought that she couldn't hear, and she said that it sounded as if they were going to act out some kinky fantasy. And I thought that they were crazy in Warminster.
Every time I catch (or caught? I'm sure my travelling to Warminster days aren't over forever) the train to and from Scholars, I find myself wondering who is madder: the people who get off at Trowbridge, or the people who get off at Warminster. My musings always reach the same depressing conclusion, however: I do both, so I must be madder than most.
But those days are temporarily over! [Edward and Yvonne have said that I can come and work for them again next summer when I'm poor.] I really ought to clean my desk, now. It's covered in odd bits of stuff that I've been putting off sorting out: student finance stuff, flight itinerarararararararararies, passports, birth certificates, letters from Valerie Hayward, dead flies etc etc.
Or I could just go and check the day's cricket scores on Ceefax, which would be much more satisfactory.
Good evening this evening.
I've just finished my last day at Scholars. Normal people get parties thrown for them when they leave work by their co-workers. I have no co-workers, so I threw myself a party. Fortunately, my mother stayed with me the whole day, I think partly because she felt sorry for me, partly because she didn't want me to scare the people of Warminster with my notorious crazy dancing.
I made myself a banner from the pieces of card we use to label the stuff we set by for people. It had a character on each piece of card: B, Y, E, B, Y, E, *, S, T, E, P and H. I punched holes through the top corners and used colourful rubber bands to hold the thing together. I was well impressed with myself.
Sophie from Scholars Trowbridge called me to say 'bye.' That shop sounds way more interesting than Warminster (I can't call it my shop anymore. No worries. At all). She said that she had a couple come in. Originally, she had thought that the woman was just getting a costume for a fancy dress party, but she overheard their conversation when they thought that she couldn't hear, and she said that it sounded as if they were going to act out some kinky fantasy. And I thought that they were crazy in Warminster.
Every time I catch (or caught? I'm sure my travelling to Warminster days aren't over forever) the train to and from Scholars, I find myself wondering who is madder: the people who get off at Trowbridge, or the people who get off at Warminster. My musings always reach the same depressing conclusion, however: I do both, so I must be madder than most.
But those days are temporarily over! [Edward and Yvonne have said that I can come and work for them again next summer when I'm poor.] I really ought to clean my desk, now. It's covered in odd bits of stuff that I've been putting off sorting out: student finance stuff, flight itinerarararararararararies, passports, birth certificates, letters from Valerie Hayward, dead flies etc etc.
Or I could just go and check the day's cricket scores on Ceefax, which would be much more satisfactory.
