Mmmm. Hopefully this will be a good and interesting entry. I had an okay day. There were a few rough spots, but there usually are with me. I chopped a lot of cedar kindling this afternoon. Stupid amounts, really. I'm glad that I have the ability to chop wood, though.
Last night was a blast. Some people took offense to the exclusive nature of Diplomacy and started a girls' night out to counter it, so I have now officially been declared 'one of the guys', which led to a lot more dick and fart jokes in my presence. I made a few, too, (when in Rome do like the Romans?) and it was a good thing that I was already sunburnt from working outside yesterday, 'cause man, my face would've been so red.
Diplomacy, in essence, is a Risk-type game. It is Europe in 1900, just prior to world war one, and the objective is to take over the board using alliances and strategies to strengthen your position while weakening others. I got to be Turkey (Ankara, Smyrna and Constantinople--and no, you can't go back) and through some interesting strategies (and betraying Russia at a crucial moment to steal the port of Sevastapol) I actually managed to come out on top at the end of the game, having taken over the majority of the eastern half of the board. This would not have been possible without the support of Italy, but I still feel that I did well for myself, inspite of my incompentence.
I even made a few Leonard Cohen jokes, and Serf lent me a new (well, new to me) Adrian Mole book, which makes me uberhappy.
Yesterday was an okay day, I got put on a tour, which was going really well until the teacher said, "Why are we rushing? We're here until 2." (This at 11:30). Yikes. Turns out that they'd originally been booked during the strike for a full day program, but when they rebooked for May, they'd booked a standard 2.5 hour tour. So with some juggling, we were able to accomodate them, but there was a pretty sticky fifteen minutes.
We skipped the gime today because Hugh was feeling subpar.
I'm still feeling somewhat sad and left out at work. Today I sat at a table by myself to see if anyone would sit with me, but no one did. They all found other places. I know I complain about this a lot, but it's very worrisome. It's not so much that I'm disliked, I don't think (I hope not), but that I'm just not thought about. Out of sight, out of mind. Hatred would, I think, be preferable to apathy--at least then I'd get to play the martyr. Or maybe not.
It doesn't help that I keep being put into crappy positions at work. In the next week, I'm in the chapel (which has its own freaking space time continuum, it sucks so much) twice, and in shoemaker/tailor shop twice as well. Shoemaker sucks because it's an archaelogical anachronism; there never would've been a shoemaker building there--if it takes you two months build a building, why have a separate one for work that could be done anywhere? I'm just saying. But I digress. The ails of the site don't really concern anyone except the more overzealous members of the interpretive staff, and I have to remember that.
We were trying to cast the 'Lord of the Rings' trilogy using staff members today, and I managed to weasel my way into being Galadriel. Heh. I would have liked to be Sam, but it was generally concluded that I ask too many questions to be him. Galadriel is awesome, though--I wasn't going to take her at first because I thought it seemed too egotistical, but finally I was talked into it.
See, I am lame. Lots of lame. Sorry. Please don't feel obligated to read this drivel.