Merry-go-Round

I've spent the last ten days on a hunting trip in Cambridgeshire. My prey- the elusive Job- has so far eluded me, but I have laid down some traps which I hope will work. Before leaving for the hunting trip, however, I did manage to catch- with my bare hands! - a small job (joblet?) for next week. The poor admin people at the jobcentre already struggle with the ridiculous range of things I apply for (editorial assistant, waitress, pastry chef, PhDs...)- I think they think I'm making half of it up. So, now, which of these things am I doing next week, they wonder?

PIT ORCHESTRA!

Hahaha.

I'm playing for a production of Carousel, a musical about which I know very little, except that it involves clams. My dad, who knows more about such things than I do, informs me that no, there are not going to be actors dressed up as shellfish and begging people not to eat them. 'tis disappointing. Ah well, we shall see.