Lazy!

I can’t believe that it has been a week since my last post, I’d like to say it was because I have been super busy doing fun and exciting things. But to tell the truth I’m not entirely sure where the time has gone.

I remember visiting the Horniman on Tuesday, with muchprogress having been made on the new project we were filled with a tremendous sense of achievement, which was novel.

What I remember most however is Rhino’s introduction to Google and YouTube, where you can find pictures of crickets the size of the screen, he sat and stared at them for what seemed like hours, though on reflection turning on the sound was probably a mistake, especially considering he threw himself at the screen…

my wonderful wee man. It’s what I like to call “cute”.

I think this week can be only be described as lazy, still maybe next week the laziness will be note worthy…

Friday!

Another day with the lovely people of AOC Arch, and I finished going through the context sheets in an effort to identify the grip plates from the mud covered, dirt encrusted, vague descriptions and sketches (successfully i might add).

Anyway, a byproduct of all this record checking was a discovery of an entertaining marvel of stating the obvious. The point of the sheet is to note down any useful information that will help in the analysis, and as such prompts have been provided, but these notes are classic…

power to the people…

tonight (so far) is the first night this week where we have had power (electricity, not total world domination, mores the pity). it is amazing to realise just how much it has affected our lives, and i definitely realize that we need either a gas hob, or some kind of back-up generator cos i have been gasping for a cuppa.

so what has been happening these past few days? rather disappointingly not a lot i have to say. i have visited the Horniman SCC,and had a fun day looking at scales, trying to identify any possible existing records for the specimens, and them putting them in the second comparison draw. yes i am fully aware that this might not be most peoples idea of fun.

today i had my interview with my JSA advisor, and after talking at him for a few minutes he said that in his 25 years he had never met anyone like me (probably true) and that i had made his day.

bless

boxes of awesome

one of the best things (and to be honest it is mostly best things) about volunteering in the Horniman’s natural history department is the boxes that come back to the study collection centre after they have been to either conservation of to a specialist.

yes more often than not they have been rearranged,co mingled and the labels lost, resulting in untold misery and confu and sion. but sometimes, just sometimes they contain what can only be described as totally awesome.

today was just such a day. already on a high from practically finishing the human remains audit, it was time to put away all of the specimens that had been returned and dumped on the work space. having already opened one of the boxes and realised it didn’t contain all of the specimens listed on the label, i wasn’t really looking forward to the task, but the second box was more promising, and then we found this:

awesome!

limited

a successful day at the AOC office, i spent my time sorting the coffin grip handles into types. just in case you are interested there are nine different types (two of which have sub-divisions).

i am now able to identify a type from a small amount or clay covered plate. i feel that this is a quite limited speciality to have. upon mentioning this i was informed that i would be surprised, and yes i think i would not only be surprised, but also shocked and amazed to realise that an ability to identify an AOC grip plate from poor sketches and vague descriptions was ever a required skill.

on an unrelated note today saw the return of the daft verbal expulsions. on looking through old photos my friend suddenly remarked “ahh, a baby elephant”, shortly followed by, “oh no, it’s a monkey”. several minutes later: “a rhino”, “are you sure?”, “yes!…or a baboon”

what fun!

time

so the second working week of the year, and already it is tuesday night, and i have applied for the grand total of one job. despite being unemployed i have so far only had one day off (i’m not counting weekends, no-one does). a grand total of eight, Paul and work free, Cat hours.

having said all that where do the hours of the evenings go? how is it the same five hours of evening fly by, but the last five hours of a work day seem to last for days?

i have decided that my computer is stealing mine, tucking them away in it’s evil “windows time vortex”. it is this stolen time that it can then use to drag the two minute file transfer time take the best part of half an hour.

if only i could bottle this time. i’d make my fortune on ebay…

applications

today saw the return of my long standing fight with my much put upon computer. i spent much time diligently searching for jobs and trying to fill in the application forms, and although i did much to blame the internet connection, and then the site, it is probably my poor abused computer who is ultimately to blame. obviously as primary user of said computer it is not my fault.

having given up the application process (after checking closing dates – i still have time) i thought i would try to continue one of my crafty projects, which also unfortunately required the cooperation of my computer.

having suffered for several hours with the random windows time vortex whilst trying to simply transfer photos i have come to the conclusion that i might have to give it a good kicking, or alternately just reset it back to factory settings.

now where did that start up cd get to…

oh, christmas tree

so the end of the first week of the new year heralds the official end of christmas and with it the mass abandonment of the christmas tree. on my way to the station this morning i passed no fewer than 7 trees before even reaching the main road, impressive as i only live at number 13.

i must say it did make me a little sad, gone now is the christmas spirit, the twinkling lights cheering the morning darkness, and the tinsel hiding the cobwebs. now that all the decorations have been packed away it seems people have returned to their casual rudeness.

i feel that maybe, just to bring good cheer a little further into the year, a communal burning of christmas trees and an unwanted christmas present exchange might go a long way towards boosting spirits…

on the plus side friday spirits were high at AOC Archaeology (or maybe all staff were just running on autopilot) but there were some good quotes of which i shall share my favourite:

whilst discussing the coffin plates and furniture from one of last years sites with Dr Rachel, the consversation moved on to the new exhibit soon to appear at the Museum of London, and amongst other things would be work from “disection people”, otherwise known as surgeons or pathologists, whichever you prefer…

sardines!

so, although a day off from volunteering i spent my time wisely hunting for future employment (2 potentials – good times) and the day was topped off with a night at the theatre…

Noises Off! having spent my life thus far having missed all previous incarnations of the production i feel somehow i have been missing out, but not to worry, i am now topped up with farce.

i am also happy to learn from the programme that for a mere £10,000 i can become a member of the artistic directors circle which includes invites to members receptions, opening nights and memorable post-show parties, dinners with the cast and creative teams, backstage tours and a personalised booking service.

what amounts to basically my annual wage (assuming i get some work this year) does not however include any actual theatre tickets or even a signed photograph of Kevin Spacey. i might give it a miss this year…

spider

On tuesday i was excited to be back volunteering at the Horniman Museum SCC, and it occurred to me on my journey in that i had now been volunteering there for two years (with time away for intermittent employment)

i was remembering my first day, the first time that i had entered the museum. there was actual snow on the ground, and although a few people were due to be inducted i was the only one that had been able to make it in, and as such bagged myself a personal tour pre-opening – awesome!

i met the wonderful Paolo Viscardi (for whom i would be minioning) and after filling in the reams of paperwork was taken to his office behind the scenes. i hadn’t been that excited about the potential of a door since i was 7 and we moved to our new home where i was to get my very own room, and it didn’t disappoint. we could barely get through the door for the boxes, shelving units and drawers, and despite the small size of the room still took a wrong turning and had to double back and try an alternate route.

of course weeks later all this excess storage had been moved and it is now a nice open workspace, but i’m pleased my first glance was how i imagined it should be.

so back to tuesday.

the current must do project involves checking the collection of human remains basically to make sure that the museum is allowed to house them. its quite exciting as it is nearly done (this may depend on your interpretation of the word exciting). as is so often my way i was busy emptying a box with a label that can be generously referred to as vague when i suddenly let out what can only be described as a girly yelp (ok i screamed, whateva). nicely tucked inside one of the vertebra was a dead spider.

after P’s initial shock (now he was definitely awake) he felt the incident amusing enough to tweet about, remarking that having gotten to the bottom of the box barely batting my eyelids at dead rodents, birds, teeth and human bone, i was slightly traumatised by a spider.

it’s not that i’m scared of them, i just don’t see why they feel the need to lurk and scare the unsuspecting even when they are dead, i don’t mind them when i know they are there. obviously the tale was recounted at tea break, and i will tell you just what i told them, there is no need for spiders to skulk around in this country, and i feel they would have more fans (or at least less enemies) if they but troubled themselves to announce their presence. why can’t they be shiny with bells on, and as is so often the way of things thus was born the spider bejazzle – the spijazzle. (i will not recount here the rest of the conversation but the northern element did ponder on the size of a “spider chuff”)