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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson


Day Two of the job that currently doesn't exist...

Today, while I busily plugged away at doing a monumental amount of nothing at all, I also got round to composing a fabulously pithy and funny entry for the blog, which I fully intended to blast off to blogger on a quick clandestine visit, or at least email to myself to edit for later entry. That's right, I got the internet at work today. In the brief three hours after lunch when no one was paying attention to what I was doing - because basically as of right now I've got no actual job to do there until the girl I'm replacing gives me a chance to replace her by actually leaving - I tried to email some of my friends to try to stop from dropping in to a boredom induced coma. But they've banned yahoo. And hotmail. And every other email site I've got an account with. That's a lot of banned sites.

I'm very used to working in places with internet restrictions, but am also quite experienced at finding ways around the restrictions. I really hope they've missed email hell, or else I'm in deep trouble.

Look at me, already plotting ways to get myself fired. For my first three months, I don't get sick pay or holiday allowance, and they only have to give me at most a week's notice of termination, depending on the severity of my crime. There's nothing like job security, apparently.

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