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In the evening of the 18th I failed to go to Ark on the grounds of being asleep at 7:30pm. So when I woke up at 8:30am, I had managed to have 13 hours' sleep. Then I spodded for an hour, making me late for my lecture, in the traditional manner.
The Data Connection event was in the evening, so I had to have a shower beforehand; I just about managed this at 5:40pm, having spodded mightily. Then I ate food in Hall (nice food; mushrooms in creamy sauce and rice and leeks in cheese sauce) and it was suddenly 6:30pm, and I had wet hair and needed to be in town in half an hour.
I went and dried my hair and was out in plenty of time to catch the 6:45pm bus. There were some Chinese girls waiting at the stop also. They were discussing whether 'surgery' meant 'hospital' or something else, so I told them it didn't, it was smaller - 'clinic' was a word they knew, so I said it was like that. Apparently the 6pm and the 6:30pm busses had also not arrived. One of them asked me to listen to her answerphone message and tell her what surgery they were going to. 'Ashcroft' was directly before 'surgery', although there were a couple of babbled words before that, so that's what I told her. Four Citi 4 busses passed us in the other direction; four Park & Ride busses passed us into town. At about 7:05pm there was finally a bus.
I wasn't the only one who was quite so late, and the receptionist happily directed us all down to where the presentation was in progress. It was dull and told me nothing I didn't know. Donny was there, and I chatted to him for a while afterwards. And I ate too much nice hospitality food; even the Indian-looking thing was very nice if slightly spicy. Eventually I spoke to the guy who'd done work experience stuff last summer, and got the impression (he was quite drunk) that the company was very well-structured but somewhat full of boatie / frat boy types. He said he knew it was the job for him when a bunch of people came in from their lunch break having been playing rugby. The only female was the recruitment specialist, done up in nice makeup and generally not a techie; from her I learnt the company is 75% male and most of the girls are support staff, which didn't surprise me.
Somewhat before the end I made my excuses and ran off, because I was bored. Outside there were lots of marauding drunk people. I called Nicholas because I'd said I would; he was going to CTS but said he was currently outside Newnham and would meet me there, as it was almost on my way.
I think I managed to straggle into lectures on the 20th, although possibly not all of the first. I don't remember much about the day, for I had The Mother Of All Sinus Headaches. I did make it to some lectures because I remember deducing that I was way low on sodium (kept producing vast quantities of saliva) and eating my lunch at about 10am; I did do all my L&P supervision work and 'hand it in' by email; Radek volunteered to courier it over but I hadn't finished when he did offer, in fact I finished right on 5pm. I was so dead that I even left a weepy message on Nicholas' answerphone because I was desperate for some advice as to whether I should take painkillers and not be able to get to sleep early or not, and didn't trust anyone else to give me the advice. Eventually I took painkillers anyway because I could barely think, and took the wrong ones (should have taken the ones with anti-nausea in too), and they didn't really work much anyway.
Nicholas eventually showed up, and I was weepy at him (crying actually seemed to make the headache go away a bit so I did it quite a lot). He had to go off to New Graduates' Formal before Enemy, so left me his character sheet to take with me as I'd get there first (and he was dumping his stuff in my room so that it was not stolen from outside Hall). He also suggested I should play computer games if I was quite so dead, so I installed Zangband and was slightly late to Enemy.
My headache did eventually get lost, after I ate lots of jaffa cakes and chocolate and Monster Munch. I wasn't really concentrating much (causing me to mistake OOC prompting from the party for IC prodding at one point). Enemy, predictably, went on until 2am.
I thought about going to my lecture on the 21st, because I like Unix Tools for the anecdotes, but I almost fell over whilst heading for the loo at 9am and so decided it was a good idea to stay asleep. Eventually managed to crawl out of bed at about noon and spod merrily until my 3pm supervision, which went fine because although I'd made some daft mistakes due to being Dead, the subject's trivial. Also was helpful by remembering the method of removing permanent marker from drywipe boards by writing over in drywipe marker...
Then proceded to continue to be dead and spod for the rest of the day, until Cell, where we split into smaller groups and I had stuff to contribute and ate far too much pizza.
The Data Connection event was in the evening, so I had to have a shower beforehand; I just about managed this at 5:40pm, having spodded mightily. Then I ate food in Hall (nice food; mushrooms in creamy sauce and rice and leeks in cheese sauce) and it was suddenly 6:30pm, and I had wet hair and needed to be in town in half an hour.
I went and dried my hair and was out in plenty of time to catch the 6:45pm bus. There were some Chinese girls waiting at the stop also. They were discussing whether 'surgery' meant 'hospital' or something else, so I told them it didn't, it was smaller - 'clinic' was a word they knew, so I said it was like that. Apparently the 6pm and the 6:30pm busses had also not arrived. One of them asked me to listen to her answerphone message and tell her what surgery they were going to. 'Ashcroft' was directly before 'surgery', although there were a couple of babbled words before that, so that's what I told her. Four Citi 4 busses passed us in the other direction; four Park & Ride busses passed us into town. At about 7:05pm there was finally a bus.
I wasn't the only one who was quite so late, and the receptionist happily directed us all down to where the presentation was in progress. It was dull and told me nothing I didn't know. Donny was there, and I chatted to him for a while afterwards. And I ate too much nice hospitality food; even the Indian-looking thing was very nice if slightly spicy. Eventually I spoke to the guy who'd done work experience stuff last summer, and got the impression (he was quite drunk) that the company was very well-structured but somewhat full of boatie / frat boy types. He said he knew it was the job for him when a bunch of people came in from their lunch break having been playing rugby. The only female was the recruitment specialist, done up in nice makeup and generally not a techie; from her I learnt the company is 75% male and most of the girls are support staff, which didn't surprise me.
Somewhat before the end I made my excuses and ran off, because I was bored. Outside there were lots of marauding drunk people. I called Nicholas because I'd said I would; he was going to CTS but said he was currently outside Newnham and would meet me there, as it was almost on my way.
I think I managed to straggle into lectures on the 20th, although possibly not all of the first. I don't remember much about the day, for I had The Mother Of All Sinus Headaches. I did make it to some lectures because I remember deducing that I was way low on sodium (kept producing vast quantities of saliva) and eating my lunch at about 10am; I did do all my L&P supervision work and 'hand it in' by email; Radek volunteered to courier it over but I hadn't finished when he did offer, in fact I finished right on 5pm. I was so dead that I even left a weepy message on Nicholas' answerphone because I was desperate for some advice as to whether I should take painkillers and not be able to get to sleep early or not, and didn't trust anyone else to give me the advice. Eventually I took painkillers anyway because I could barely think, and took the wrong ones (should have taken the ones with anti-nausea in too), and they didn't really work much anyway.
Nicholas eventually showed up, and I was weepy at him (crying actually seemed to make the headache go away a bit so I did it quite a lot). He had to go off to New Graduates' Formal before Enemy, so left me his character sheet to take with me as I'd get there first (and he was dumping his stuff in my room so that it was not stolen from outside Hall). He also suggested I should play computer games if I was quite so dead, so I installed Zangband and was slightly late to Enemy.
My headache did eventually get lost, after I ate lots of jaffa cakes and chocolate and Monster Munch. I wasn't really concentrating much (causing me to mistake OOC prompting from the party for IC prodding at one point). Enemy, predictably, went on until 2am.
I thought about going to my lecture on the 21st, because I like Unix Tools for the anecdotes, but I almost fell over whilst heading for the loo at 9am and so decided it was a good idea to stay asleep. Eventually managed to crawl out of bed at about noon and spod merrily until my 3pm supervision, which went fine because although I'd made some daft mistakes due to being Dead, the subject's trivial. Also was helpful by remembering the method of removing permanent marker from drywipe boards by writing over in drywipe marker...
Then proceded to continue to be dead and spod for the rest of the day, until Cell, where we split into smaller groups and I had stuff to contribute and ate far too much pizza.
