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Mar. 27th, 2002 08:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vyvyanxHm, Monday evening went back to G's place where he and R played CounterStrike for several hours. Strangely I can't remember what we did about dinner, or what I did that evening. Presumably I drank too much to remember.
Yesterday, G felt v. ill with a sort of cold, so didn't go into work. I meant to come back to college and do useful stuff, like my laundry and sorting out things for Easter, but instead I played Dope Wars all day. By the evening, I had got the highest score on G's machine (on which many other people have played in the past): about L20 million. Was very pleased. Went to One Stop, made dinner, ate it; G played more shooty with R (whose computer unfortunately died later in the night, apparently).
This morning, G went in to the callcentre for his last day at work there, ever. I played a little more Dope Wars, and got an even higher score (L25 million). It's really good fun; I wonder if trading stocks and shares for real would be as entertaining? At lunchtime, I walked back to college, and finally sorted out the various things I needed to do. Took stuff to laundry in Blue Boar Court; went to bank to pay in money to G's account (unfortunately, neither I nor the bank teller could read his handwritten account number, so this failed), came back to laundry to change stuff over to dry, went to room to ring G to find out correct number, went back to bank (where I saw the same teller as before - he was quite amused), went to Boots, went back to room to dump stuff, went back to laundry to fetch clothes, came back to room to put all away, had long bath, sorted more stuff out, rushed off to callcentre just in time to meet G.
A couple of his workmates, B and...another one, came with us to Pure for a farewell drink. A very dramatic film, full of car chases, was playing. G seemed surprisingly miserable in the bar; I'd have thought he'd be pleased to have left a job he detested so much, but apparently he was sad about not having found another job yet. He's now gone off to his house to pack stuff, and I'm supposed to be doing the same here (but actually I'm just catching up on usenet). He'll come over a bit later; we'll probably drink a bit and stay up late, then head off to Drummer Street to catch our _3am_ coach! (I couldn't get a flight at a more reasonable time than 8am; it's from Gatwick and the coach takes 3 1/2 hours to get there; we need to check in some time before the flight.)
So, will be off to Jersey for Eastercon soon (finger crossed!), and will be back on Tuesday night. So probably no more lj entries till then.
I do hope everything goes well!
Yesterday, G felt v. ill with a sort of cold, so didn't go into work. I meant to come back to college and do useful stuff, like my laundry and sorting out things for Easter, but instead I played Dope Wars all day. By the evening, I had got the highest score on G's machine (on which many other people have played in the past): about L20 million. Was very pleased. Went to One Stop, made dinner, ate it; G played more shooty with R (whose computer unfortunately died later in the night, apparently).
This morning, G went in to the callcentre for his last day at work there, ever. I played a little more Dope Wars, and got an even higher score (L25 million). It's really good fun; I wonder if trading stocks and shares for real would be as entertaining? At lunchtime, I walked back to college, and finally sorted out the various things I needed to do. Took stuff to laundry in Blue Boar Court; went to bank to pay in money to G's account (unfortunately, neither I nor the bank teller could read his handwritten account number, so this failed), came back to laundry to change stuff over to dry, went to room to ring G to find out correct number, went back to bank (where I saw the same teller as before - he was quite amused), went to Boots, went back to room to dump stuff, went back to laundry to fetch clothes, came back to room to put all away, had long bath, sorted more stuff out, rushed off to callcentre just in time to meet G.
A couple of his workmates, B and...another one, came with us to Pure for a farewell drink. A very dramatic film, full of car chases, was playing. G seemed surprisingly miserable in the bar; I'd have thought he'd be pleased to have left a job he detested so much, but apparently he was sad about not having found another job yet. He's now gone off to his house to pack stuff, and I'm supposed to be doing the same here (but actually I'm just catching up on usenet). He'll come over a bit later; we'll probably drink a bit and stay up late, then head off to Drummer Street to catch our _3am_ coach! (I couldn't get a flight at a more reasonable time than 8am; it's from Gatwick and the coach takes 3 1/2 hours to get there; we need to check in some time before the flight.)
So, will be off to Jersey for Eastercon soon (finger crossed!), and will be back on Tuesday night. So probably no more lj entries till then.
I do hope everything goes well!
