Sometimes, everything happens at once. I’m hoping that Pete The Mathematician will be able to provide me with some Einsteinian physics to back that statement up with, but if not, who cares?
I am, as the title subtly suggests, now a Master of Archaeology, although I don’t have the official mark yet. Cyprian says that I got a high 2:1, which should be enough to do a PhD, but not necessarily at the Institute of Archaeology. I must confess to being a little disappointed, as I was right on the very edge of a Distinction, but I shouldn’t grumble too much. Now, of course, I have to think of a convincing topic to do a PhD on, and apply for funding.
Jobs are throwing themselves at me thick and fast, too. I seem, against all the odds, to have successfully passed the tests at an employment agency, and may be getting five months Data Entry to do as a result. No one was more surprised by this than me, as at one point I considered hari-kiri as a preferable alternative to being told that the score on my Excel test indicated that I was some manner of spoon-faced moron.
In addition to this, the Control Risks Group say that I passed their tests, but the work won’t start until the end of January. I need money before then. From a letter I received this morning, it would appear that my efforts to join the sinister military-industrial complex are going well. The MOD want to interview me.
So, while the future may not be so bright that I have to wear shades, at least it’s stopped being all German Expressionist.