And I get my own rubber thimble!

[out_there]

Never let it be said that mine is not an incredibly glamourous job. Guess what I'm doing now?

Go on. Guess.

I'm sending newsletters to clients. To be specific, I'm sending a letter (1 page), an information request (1 page) and a newsletter to 250 clients. Yep. It's an afternoon of envelope stuffing.

(I shouldn't be so pleased about this, but a mindless job is pretty much what I'm capable of at the start of the week, even if it is a Monday non-Tuesday.)

Yes, the irony is not lost on me that at least a seventh of all my posts are bitching about Mondays. *g*

Comments

[laylee.livejournal.com]

You're very easily amused, aren't you?

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Why, yes, I am. *points to icon*

I consider it cheap entertainment. *g*

[phoebesmum.livejournal.com]

I feel your pain, for this is what a lot of my job consists of:-

Phone: Ring ring.
Me: Fuck off.
Phone: Ring.
Me: Oh okay then. (Perky voice.) Central Books, how can I help yoooouuu?
Customer: Can you check this ISBN for me??
Me: Why yes, thank you for asking, I am in fact capable of typing ten digits into a computer program and then reading the results off the screen. Anything else?

Actually I never really say that last bit. At least ... I haven't yet. I'm meant for Greater Things, I tell you, but I don't know what.

Ah, Mondays!

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Awwwwww! *pets you*

Re:

[phoebesmum.livejournal.com]

Eh well, at least there's porn.

When the internet's down I feel trapped and start to gibber. Luckily no-one notices any difference.