Music, but not USEFUL music, and a job...

Last night, I attended the opera Tosca with my father. Aside from the fact that the theater was TOO DAMN WARM, the seats were TOO DAMN SMALL, and the ice-cream was TOO DAMN EXPENSIVE, it was magnificent, as is everything touched by the operatic genius ot the WNO company.
But whilst I spent three hours in a very musical environment, I STILL haven't finished my second AS composition... Or my first, for that matter... Neither have I finished learning my second piece for my practical examination.
Which is in a fortnight...
Oh dear.

And the job...
If ever you die/injure yourself/fancy something diverting to do, drop in to the Information Desk in the reception area of Morriston Hospital (or Wards A - V... Dispensing liquid refreshment...), and you'll find me there. Don't worry. I'll take good care of you... In the administrative sense, of course.
Being a "Student Volunteer" (oh aye... NON-PAYING job... See how benificent I am?), we're not even allowed the plump patients' pillows. It sucks.
But it's a foot in the door, which may lead to my being able to body-slam the damn portal open, to get a paying job. Also, it's a damn good thing to put on your CV, and I can get an employer's reference if ever I apply for other jobs.
Plus it makes me feel pretty snazzy on the inside, to be helping people, even in little ways, like finding where their relatives are in the hospital, booking appointements for people, and directing them to various places.

Anyway, enough of my declamatory saintliness (which I'm pretty shure should be an oxymoron...).
I hope you've all had a goood Easter holiday, and that you're all anticipating the re-attendence of school with the same degree of trepidation of myself.
I don't like to suffer alone, you see...

SUCH A TRUE SAINT, to share the suffering.

End.