First shift at actual place of work today - the last three weeks, I've been in 'super incompetence training'.
First task = Fail. Cut my finger, bled on sandwich. Just a little, but blood is not an acceptable condiment. Sterilize, and try again.
Mission details = I understood about 30% of what people said to me in french, which is also a fail, even in Delburne.
First level completed with help of super nice coworker.
Tomorrow's mission, should I choose to accept it, is to sleep in and enjoy my day off with Margaret Laurence, The Fire-Dwellers and an iced capp. Top off with So You Think You Can Dance, and it's back into the fray on Thursday with a new sense of where the edge of the blade is, and how not to touch it. As for language, I have decided that this is the Summer of Mime. I'm stuck in a box. And would you like a drink with that? How's your sandwich? Oh, it's windy here.
G'night, and dog bless.