The bloodbath at the museum continues. This week two of my closest friends were fired. Okay, I will concede that they didn't exactly wow upper management with some of their antics, and yelling at the Director isn't a good way to show a good attitude, but, still, they did not deserve this. I have been picking up the slack on the U-505 and the coal mine lately. Looks like more to come.
In the morning meeting our Olympics game was another improv contest. I didn't do as well as I liked, but I did get a professional actor to lose his concentration when my improv'd line was "Did you know I was born Meredith?" Clayton, who does professional acting, didn't know how to respond to it.
Tomorrow I have the interview for a higher position at the museum. While I am confident, I can see how someone with a better science background will get it. I'll just go in there with my usual attitude and do my best.
I received my student evaluations from that last term. Great numbers again. That means a small bonus from the school.
It's finally time to get to the doctor now that I am coming out more and more. For now, though, I am hoping my friends will be okay.