It's hardly my dream job, but it's a Sub-editor's role, it's pretty well-paid and well...beggars/choosers and all that.
It never ceases to amaze me how quickly humans adapt/forget, and having worked in this new job for just shy of a month, 'freelancing' (!) from the kitchen table seems but a distant memory. All I miss is not having to wear tights; George Lamb's radio 6 show; and being able to drink Oxo whenever I want, for it seems that supping a mug of gravy instead of tea is not socially acceptable office behaviour...
Anyhow, so far so good...apart from when I gave the man who sits next to me the wrong mug... but the less said about mug-gate, the better. Needless to say, I have learnt my lesson and will not be giving the 'Chessington World of Adventures' cup to anyone else. Ever.
