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In which I am an arse.

Three different ppl offered to fetch my lunch for me today. But I refused. Because a) a little walk to Safeway would be healthy and b) I could put it off til quite late leaving less afternoon once I'd eaten. So off I went, with my interior monologue.


em: [sees man slipping a little on the muddy shortcut]
interior monologue: Hmm...we'd better watch that.
em: But it's quicker that way -
im: Quicker? What happened to healthy?
em: [heading for shortcut] Aw, come on, I'm starving -
im: Em, I know you better than anyone. You'll slip over.
em: Yeh, you're probably right. Okay, I'll just walk a little further, then hop over that tiny little fence and onto the path, thus avoiding the mud.
im: Good plan. No-one could possibly fall over that tiny little fence.
em: [falls over tiny little fence] [into aforementioned mud] Ooof!
im: Aha! Ahahahahahahahaha! Ha!
em: Uh... [tries to get up, convulsing with giggles]
im: That's the funniest thing we've ever done! Weeee!! Heeeeeheeeeheeeee!!!!!
em: Stop laughing and help me up, bastard brain.
im: Hey, at least I've stopped singing that stupid monkey versus robot song.
em: [brushing mud from trousers, self] Hm.


And I fell over on the train on Saturday night (I was trying to be daring, jumping from carriage to carriage - forgot to calculate speed of train/angle of landing/amount of bacardi in bloodstream.) So I've one more pratfall to go. It could happen at any time. Can you feel the tension?

2.2.04 15:04


sweetie crack whore pimp

Is it Somebody's Birthday today?


I think it is....*


Congrats old man, I think you're aces.


 


* and he's having a par-tay.

3.2.04 09:45


Only 43 mins late for work

It could have been worse.
4.2.04 10:40


Striving for balance

Although I could be referring to my natural lack of grace, I'm actually alluding to the fact I find it impossible to equally balance out my life. At the moment I'm doing well socially and personally, but financially and workwise I'm totally screwing up. Okay. That's not true, financially I am getting sorted, slowly. But since I moved out work has totally gone down the pan.


There's no reason for it to, because it's so easy. My job isn't challenging particularly. I can run the office fine, I run a really tight ship (well, there's only 8 of them to worry about, to be fair.) I reward my excellence my dipping into petty cash when I need to and stealing stationery. I'm good at the adminstration stuff, even if it is a little boring and my procrastination tends to make simple jobs last all day.


But I'm rubbish at the sales aspect. I said in my interview I wanted to move out of telesales and into a more supportive role (at which point my boss said 'er, but this job is telesales' and I thought I'd screwed it so just sat there and had a chat instead. For weeks I thought this informal attitude is how I got the job, until I found all the other applicants CVs and saw I'd asked for five grand less than anyone else. Thickie!) Now they are trying to push me more towards sales and giving me more responsibility I feel completely out of my depth. Perhaps it's because I haven't come from an I.T. background, I find a lot of the technical stuff baffling, even tho I'm expected to find out specs etc from the leads. I can sort of guess they're givng me more stuff so they can justify giving me a raise, but I could go and work somewhere else, doing the same thing, and earn a lot more. Five grand more, in fact.


I don't want to work anywhere else tho, I love this office and I would feel guilty if I left. I went and had a chat with my boss, panicking because I haven't really made an effort to follow up any leads since Christmas, and he was very understanding and nice. Which just makes me feel worse because I feel like I'm losing them money. I don't even mind making the calls, I do think our product is useful and benefits people - not like when I was flogging kitchens and office furniture - and they're qualified leads, they've come to us, so why am I having such a problem with it? I need to knuckle down and stop whinging I guess. And leave 20six alone.


If only I could work out what I really wanted to do with my life. My original plan's been somewhat scuppered. Or at least set back 10 years, if not more. I'll stay here for  another 6 months or so - I do want to stay in a job for over a year (I've been here since April) but then I'd kinda like to start looking around. But what for what job? I know I like reading, and that I can string a sentence together. I can use a computer and the interweb pretty well. I know I'm a quick learner if I'm learning something I'm interested in. I like giving presentations etc, but I don't like dealing with The Public. I like being left to my own devices. So I just need to think of a job that incorporates all the above. Plus flexitime. In Reading. Or Slough, possibly, I guess.


Ain't gonna happen, is it?

4.2.04 14:57


Yeh, thanks.

em: Hey, I'm gonna go over my overdraft, and I've got a cheque to pay in, so could I extend it by fifty quid til I get paid please?
bank: First, I need to know what you spend every sodding penny on.
em: [tells them]
bank: Ah, well you have a deficit spend of £187 on your account.
em: ...?
bank: You don't earn enough to cover your outgoings.
em: Ye-es. So I need to extend my overdraft until I get paid.
bank: I'm afraid we're not prepared to do that. Or to let you have your switch card any more. Or your cheque book. We'll give you a loan to cover your overdraft with £113 quid thrown in.
em: Buh? Wha?
bank: We'll send your cash card out to you on Monday, it'll have the same PIN.
em: But...now...money...cheque...what?
bank: If you manage to put any money in your account and you need to take it out you have to call us first and we'll arrange a branch you can pick it up at.
em: Uh....okay.
bank: and you're paying us back at £45 a month for two years. If you only spend £113 every month you'll get good credit in 6 months. Then you can have your spending facilities back. Okay?
em: Uh. Um. Okay. Thanks.
bank: Byee-eee!

I wanted fifty sodding quid. I've got a personal loan. No. How? What just happened?

4.2.04 17:34


I was kinda

half thinking maybe I should look for a new job, given this rather sorry state of affairs (£113 a month. Can I hack it?) But then I got this email (abridged) from one of our customers. They're phasing out the system they needed us for, so we're parting company amiably.  


"Thank you for all your support in the past, ******** has been a terrific company to work with."


I feel sorta fuzzy. I do like working here. Plus all the Hebrew names make me feel like I'm talking to angels.

5.2.04 16:33


Woh-kay. *deep breath*

It's somebody else's birthday today. T(e)BS in fact.


So.


As I'm skinted I thought the best possible birthday present would be.....20six!!


Ta-daaaaaaaaaaaaaa!


Happy Birthday mate!


Now don't be cross.....

6.2.04 10:42


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