||[Jan. 4th, 2005|11:13 am]
So, this last year is over and I'm still in mourning for it, because it was a good year. An enjoyable year even. But it is gone so I must embrace the coming year. Which means, of course, that Phillip has to stay and make it more enjoyable because quite honestly, I welcome competent assistance and I'm running out of things I can do on my own to cause Marcus to do that thing with his face.|
Speaking of competant assistance, I'm quite close to making everyone who works at the museum cry. Except possibly Jon who's proving to be at least fairly intelligent and Marcus who I wouldn't make cry in any case. I swear though. I'm going to plant a size five right into someone's backside soon. This is not an incredibly, painfully difficult job.
Though you wouldn't know it, apparently. I'm off to help unload an exhibit and make sure that the iron age and bronze age materials don't get mixed up and no, I'm never getting over that because quite frankly, the names should make it obvious what goes where.