Day 249

Walked to the tech, arrived at 9.05. The woman Ailsa Michaels was pleasant and unpleasant by turns - at one point she criticised, in rapid succession, my face, my hair and my coat. Her words offended me, and while she canted about roles, presentation etc I stared her right in the eye and considered whether or not to tell her that that was no way to treat a volunteer and that she could stuff her placement. However, as she continued to hold out the prospect of a job I decided not to say so. I can always tell her all that later.

Talked to another volunteer, half-Hungarian Sasha - he was very interesting and agreed with my opinions about Eastern Europe. He's been working in Hungary, the average weekly wage is £20 and fascism waits in the wings.

Otherwise the day was really boring, only 1 person arriving as I sat at the desk. With the help of a dictionary read a French magazine. The green suit bloke came in, talked to him for a bit. Left at 3pm, walked home.