Reading other people's journals is fun. What makes other people tick? Inquiring Minds want to know.
The Squidge is back from the 'Peg, bless her. I've missed her tonnes. Ironically, my dad flew out there the day after she came home. I miss him right now.
Today was first person day at work, which gets a big thumbs down. I was, once again, Mathieu Amyot, young lad. I was the apprentice blacksmith for the day and it made me feel quite ill, which makes me sad. I made some awesome stuff--a fleem, scalpel and lancet, which turned out great. This is exciting, as I've shown no prior aptitude for the more normal nail-making aspects of blacksmithing. Interpreting first person is difficult, though--you have to really be that character, and as per usual we were given little warning and no training for how to do this. My acting skills are quite weak, but I have a small degree of comfort from having done this last year, which 2/3 of the staff didn't.