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May. 24th, 2005 09:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
froodleNeighbour Dan's girlfriend just gave me a fucking coronary on the back stairs. I'd taken the rubbish out, and was just punching the security code to get back inside the building when I feel someone step up behind me, a hand reaches over my shoulder and pushes the door open. I swear, I shrieked like some kind of character played by Orlando Bloom. But she was so startled she nearly fell down the steps, so I call it even.
In other news, last weekend I started my summer job as a call centre monkey. It's pretty cool actually, I sit around all day taking calls from pub owners whose fruit machines and the like have broken down. I type in half their postcode, pull up their details, type in the machine that's acting up and click "send". And for that, I get paid £5.70 an hour. Plus the company I work for rents out pool tables, so my second day on the job I got a call from a guy telling me his balls weren't dropping. I nearly bit my pencil in half trying not to laugh.
Tomorrow I have an interview for a job doing data entry five nights a week between 5.30 and 8.30. I've never done data entry, but I hope I get it because a) I need the money and b) 5.30 to 8.30 means I can bum around all day, go to work, then bum around all evening, while also getting paid £15 a night.
Now I'm going to go put my laundry on, order some Chinese food and watch Phantom of the Opera. Aah, life. She is good.
In other news, last weekend I started my summer job as a call centre monkey. It's pretty cool actually, I sit around all day taking calls from pub owners whose fruit machines and the like have broken down. I type in half their postcode, pull up their details, type in the machine that's acting up and click "send". And for that, I get paid £5.70 an hour. Plus the company I work for rents out pool tables, so my second day on the job I got a call from a guy telling me his balls weren't dropping. I nearly bit my pencil in half trying not to laugh.
Tomorrow I have an interview for a job doing data entry five nights a week between 5.30 and 8.30. I've never done data entry, but I hope I get it because a) I need the money and b) 5.30 to 8.30 means I can bum around all day, go to work, then bum around all evening, while also getting paid £15 a night.
Now I'm going to go put my laundry on, order some Chinese food and watch Phantom of the Opera. Aah, life. She is good.
