Thursday, 29 October 2009

Working 9 to's a mug's game

I guess if the suspense was going to kill you you'd be well dead by now, but the good news is...I have a job. A proper one. With a desk and a shiny new Mac and biscuits and a  designated lunchtime and a monthly salary! Hurrah! 

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.

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