Oh, that bleedin' tamagotchi!!! ...thing. ALL last night, every 5-10 minutes or so, it screeched out some random tones, calling for my attention. I was tempted to throw it out of the window, or flush it down the toilet. Instead, I had to get up at 4am, and take that tamagotchi to the bathroom. This is where I gave the little thing the food and attention it wanted. Even the bathroom noises couldn't drown out the *BEEP* *BEEP* *DINGLE-RINGLE-BING*. No doubt it's going to do that tonight, too.
So, what did I do today? Well, glad you didn't ask that question. Until lunchtime, I had to photocopy letters and emails etc. Then, I had to sort them by date. Sadly enough, I tried to make it a game. I started 'dancing' when photocopying. This 'dancing' was just turning around, making a swift movement of my arms, grabbing the paper, turning again, smacking my arms up against the copier lid, tossing the last paper to the side, throwing the paper onto the copier, and punching the 'copy' button. I soon stopped this, due to paranoia of security cameras and people walking in on me. And sorting... Dear lord! That was tiring. Just looking for dates, sorting them, then marking a number on each one, and recording each enquiry. Apparently, this was meant to carry on until after lunch, but I finished before. Speaking of lunch, which I ran to, I got it all by myselfs today! Usually my Dad escorts me to whereever I'm eating. But this time, I ate in a café all by myself for the very first time in my life. When I sat down... Oh, the stary eyes! Why are they looking at me?? Many middle-aged adults with a friend were eating around me. I was huddled on a stool, backed against the wall, out of view. Or, sort-of out of view. It might have something to do with the fact that my height is similar to a 10-year-old's. I bolted out of there as fast as I could. After eating, of course.
When I came back, though, I was called over before I could go up the stairs. There, at the shop desk, was a teacher from my skool. Which one? Miss Prestidge. Or however that is spelt. So, after leading her to a seat in the crappy café in the museum, she started asking... questions. You know, councillor-teacher questions. "How do you like it here?" "What did you most enjoy?" "Will you make it your career?" (Hell no!) Then, I was handed a 'circle me!' questionaire. I swear I spelt that word wrong. Though I can not be bothered to use the blogger spell-checker. So, the questions were... confusing. One of the questions, which I did not understand the use of AT ALL was the 'Lunch' question. Basically, how good are the lunch options? I had to double-check with her that I read the question correctly. All these questions about the work, ranges of work, and how good you think it is, then suddenly... How is the lunch? Weird...
# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 9:24 PM
