Surprise: not going to jinx it, IT MIGHT BE NOTHING, but tomorrow is for working on the ol' CV.

UNsurprise: 40-something pages into The Golden Ocean, am completely and utterly charmed, particularly by one Mr. Peregrine FitzGerald s;djfk'asjs. Oh, Patrick O'Brian.

Something-completely-unrelated-to-surprises: I have now emailed (Friday) and left a voicemail (today) with Substitute Tutor. I appreciate that it is Fresher's Week, the start of term, et cetera, but if she does not get back to me very quickly, I am going to be exceedingly displeased. Where by 'exceedingly displeased', I mean 'starting to freak the fuck out'. This is kind of a pressing matter.

Okay. I left a voicemail for Substitute Tutor this morning. Sometime this afternoon, we get an automated 'please check your voicemail!' message. This is intercepted by my grandmother, who is generally like WHAT THE PHONE IS TALKING TO ME WHAT BUTTONS WHAT. She hangs up, listens to no message. She tells mum, who later tells me, who promptly dashes to the phone, where... there is no message.

And it is too late to call Substitute Tutor back.

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I JUST WANT TO LEARN. WHY WON'T YOU LET ME LEARN.