Strange

I just discovered a weapon in the department office. Not a knife or even a gun.

It's like a big medieval axe.


This place is weird. I guess it's probably for their little Tolkien role playing games.




It's my last day here tomorrow. Which is a bit exciting. Except that a temp is coming in and I will have to show her how to do everything whilst also trying to tie up all my loose ends here.

Apparently they are having a morning tea for me. No-one has told me this, except one lecturer who let it out by apologising that he wouldn't be able to make it.

I hate fairwell functions. Hate. Hate. Hate.

They had better not make me talk. They had better not get me anything. I've only been here a couple of months and I'm a temp!

Everyone is coming out of the woodwork to tell me how great I've been here and efficient and stuff. I always assume that I don't really make an impression on people, probably because I usually try not to - especially in a workplace.

I hope no-one tries to hug me. I'm getting nervous just thinking about it. I realised the other day that I used to hug people a lot and was comfortable with it. Now the idea frightens me. Maybe it's because I'm in a relationship? I guess myself and others now figure me to be the sole hugging property of Charlie.