We had very few visitors at the historic house today (three plus two plus one, a total of six). I enjoyed playing too, particularly as the weather had improved so much on this morning. One lady liked my playing, so my time there wasn't wasted.
I went to the workhouse afterwards. It was just as horrible as I'd expected. The person talking was right-in-yer-face. She talked continuously for over an hour. It did my head in, and after a short while I didn't actually hear what she was saying. All I heard was her voice. I felt very agitated and tense. Then she called people out individually, and muggins was first. She didn't say why she called me (a big mistake; I didn't feel like co-operating), but it turned out that we had to introduce ourselves. I felt sick and upset afterwards, and my head started to pound.
During the break one of the workhouse staff saw me in the corridor, and told me I could leave. I didn't want telling twice.
The 'employer' of free labour is looking for happy, smiley, gregarious people to operate the rides and show people around. I'm definitely not the right person for that. The very idea of it fills me with dread. I wouldn't last five minutes.
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