Those that read my infrequent facebook postings will be aware that I'm now gainfully employed. At least I will be, until they figure out I don't know my arse from my elbow and kick me to the curb. The job in question is processing telephone and internet orders for a sunglasses retailer. Went for a drink with my new colleagues on Friday. They seem canny, but fuck me they talk about sunglasses a lot. Compared to my old job, which entailed listening to some of the most horrifying tales of human crapitude I've ever heard and then trying to find some way to help them, this seems fairly pressure free, though the fact that the operating system I'm using is half in Italian hasn't helped ease me into the roll. Nevertheless they seem fairly impressed with me - mainly because the lass who was doing the role before me was shite - and this hopefully means that I'm set till December.
This doesn't mean that the debauchery - or at least my mumbling, head sunk in shoulders, do you mind awfully if I stand here awkward version of debauchery - has stopped, only slowed down. I thought I was coming out of my shell at one point, but was then kindly informed that I came across like I was pissed out my tree drunk and so I crept back into it before I disgraced myself further. I was later told off for being too quiet so I don't fucking know anymore. On Thursday I won free drinks at tranny bingo (it's like normal bingo, but with more trannies) which I believe is the first thing I've won since I got a book token for a comic I drew when I was thirteen.
Bob continues in much the same vein as ever. At the moment he has developed the habit of schmoozing a girl over the course of a evening, gradually working his way into her affections, only to find out at the end of the finish that she has a boyfriend that she's got absolutely no intention of cheating on. Somehow he seems to taken on the role of the hostel's entertainments officer on a purely voluntary basis, which he's fine with as mouthy drunkeness is kinda his gig. He's less pleased about the new IT job, which starts Monday, but not so displeased that he's not going to take it. Now that we both have jobs, and the lovely, if oddly sized, money that goes with it a trip to the blue mountains is on the cards at some point in the future. Oh, and if you're ever in Sydney and fancy trying the monorail, don't bother; it's shit.
Love and fishes
Dave
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