Apparently it is all work, work, work.

So, news first. My Halo career has been somewhat curtailed due to tragic circumstances. Unfortunately, this week I started a job. Not a particularly good job in the sense that I am in no way adequately compensated for my time (unless you consider £14K to be adequate compensation for the time of a man with my talents), but it is a job none the less. It seems to have come at exactly the right time too since my since my overdraft limit was fast approaching.

I’ve also registered at an agency in central London, so hopefully I’ll be able to get away from here soon. And get paid more. And get to work in Central London where I will be able to socialise with my other central London working friends and spend my fat salary on copious amounts of alcohol. I’d also have the means to finally move out again. It all seems like such a dream. Anyway, I’ll give my agency a call on Monday and see if they’ve found anything for me. Let’s hope they have.

Actually the one benefit (which doesn’t really make up for the long hours and crap pay) is the fact that I have very little to actually do. My job is to answer the telephone for a company that sells doors. That’s pretty much it though, so for most of the day I’m left to my own devices. So I’ve mostly been spending my time reading. I’m actually typing this blog entry on my laptop whilst I’m “working”. So really it’s not all bad.

It really is taking a while to get used to getting up so early. Work starts at 8am and finishes at 5.30pm, so it’s a long day too.

I’ve also just realised that I absolutely hate dealing with customers. One particularly miserable bastard just called and has pissed me off no end. Oddly enough he tried to get to me by making disparaging remarks about my lack of knowledge about doors. Clearly this is a man who knows exactly how to hurt me deeply. Oh and for any less on the ball readers out there, that was sarcasm. Sarcasm by the way is different to irony and if you’re at all confused I suggest you check out the definitions in the dictionary.

Oh and as a side note, the song “Ironic” is only ironic in the sense that it is a song entitled “Ironic” that contains precisely no irony whatsoever. What it in fact consist of is a series of unfortunate and in some case’s bizarre coincidences. I mean, really, why on earth is somebody going to possess 1000 spoons yet own not a single knife. Very strange.

There are some interesting people working here too, but I’ll get on to them in another blog entry.

Well, must get back to it (and by “it” I mean reading my book).