Friday, July 18, 2003
I'm working. Ish. I've gotten a job to accommodate my need for money.
*Sigh*
Today was my first day in the world of tele-marketing. No, it's not fun. It's sucks. I'm informing the good people of Denmark of a certain memory-chip, too important to overlook, too cheap to ignore. I am furthermore temping, which means that nobody tells me anything about anything.
My commute is about one and a half hours each way, which sucks even more. I haven't commuted for the last, say, 5 years, and it's a killer. The good thing about catching the tube at 7 in the morning is that there are a) plenty of spare Metro-papers, b) no queue at the ticket-window, c) actual fresh air outside and d) people are too sleepy to talk.
On the way back today I was in for a shock when I entered the Jubilee Line at Finchley Road: it smelled clean. This has never happened before and I got slightly worried about some sort of chemical weapon? - But by the time we reached Baker Street everything was back to normal; the smell of pits and feet.
Being read in my carriage: Evening Standard, Harry Potter, The Alchemist, ES Magazine, Stephen King, Mills and Boon, The Guardian, Harry Potter (again) and a picture book about horses. Quite indicative of the British state of mind at the moment, I think.
*Sigh*
Today was my first day in the world of tele-marketing. No, it's not fun. It's sucks. I'm informing the good people of Denmark of a certain memory-chip, too important to overlook, too cheap to ignore. I am furthermore temping, which means that nobody tells me anything about anything.
My commute is about one and a half hours each way, which sucks even more. I haven't commuted for the last, say, 5 years, and it's a killer. The good thing about catching the tube at 7 in the morning is that there are a) plenty of spare Metro-papers, b) no queue at the ticket-window, c) actual fresh air outside and d) people are too sleepy to talk.
On the way back today I was in for a shock when I entered the Jubilee Line at Finchley Road: it smelled clean. This has never happened before and I got slightly worried about some sort of chemical weapon? - But by the time we reached Baker Street everything was back to normal; the smell of pits and feet.
Being read in my carriage: Evening Standard, Harry Potter, The Alchemist, ES Magazine, Stephen King, Mills and Boon, The Guardian, Harry Potter (again) and a picture book about horses. Quite indicative of the British state of mind at the moment, I think.
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