Wednesday 13 May 2009

I Wanna Be Your Dog

John let me out of the cage long enough for us to attend this morning's meeting for the job beginning on Monday. Mind you, he walked me there on a chain so I wouldn't run off into the crowds and start pleading for help from the passers-by. Steve was late for the meeting so we hung around getting to know one another. In the event I already knew two of the other supervisors, Claire (from the same Undergraduate Year) and Kate, and I kind of knew Gareth from my undergraduate days. Matt had a face that was familiar and the other guy, Sam, I think, had worked for WYAS, Oxford and Network so probably knows a load of people I know as well. This is indicative of the very small world of archaeology. Steve duly arrived and gave us a two hour introduction to the site what we expect to find and such. It felt like a first year Seminar, what with being back in the King's Manor watching a power point presentation about archaeology. Only I'd forgotten to bring my homework. In actual fact I was the only one that turned up without a notebook, which just goes to show how FUCKING COOL I am. I am so FUCKING COOL I even had my feet on the desk and was smoking a cigarette and wearing shades.

How FUCKING COOL am I? As FUCKING COOL as this FUCKING COOL DUDE!

After a quick walk around town to pick up some new boots and such I got back to the house to find the cleaner, yes the cleaner, finishing off. This place is so big it needs a woman to come round every Wednesday to clean the place for two hours even when the owner is away. Who is here (apart from me and John) to make a mess that it requires cleaning once a week? I am betting she doesn't even clean anything, she just sits about listening to Radio Two and takes the money and runs. I almost caught her in the act today however. She appeared to be doing nothing with the radio blaring away. Stuck for an excuse she told me she 'only had to polish the brass' then she'd be off. A likely story.*

How John leaves the house before the cleaner arrives
*None of this paragraph is true, except the boots, it's a comic criticism of something that doesn't happen. She does a great job.