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Dreadful Nonsense

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

Really? It's been over a week? Oops. Time flies when you've got too many things to do and not enough energy to be arsed even beginning the first thing, and you instead spend the week watching the entire first series of M*A*S*H that you bought on DVD that you really can't afford.

I wrote some entries during the week at New Job, but since I still don't have internet access or email they all went by the by. New Job is getting better, really, after the great debacle of last Friday lunchtime.

Last Friday lunchtime me and everyone else that works at New Job (that's a total of 19 people - it's quite a small firm) went out for a lunch in a Chinese restaurant, all paid for by the nice Head Partner. It all started horribly, and well slightly down hill from there. The thing was, everyone at the table found that impersonating the accents of the waiters and waitresses - while they were still standing there taking our orders - was the funniest thing they could think of. I really wanted to crawl under the table, and while under there, apologise to the poor men and women that had to keep coming back to our table. As it was, I went bright red and stared in to the middle distance. And then I burnt my mouth on a particularly hot peice of random vegetable.

But this week has been bearable. I've learnt everything there is to know about writs and how to serve them, no matter who you are serving them upon. And obviously the more observant of you will note that the count down to Dublin has moved ahead in leaps and bounds, due to the fact that we've moved the date forward by 10 days. Hoorah. That, you'll all already have guessed, means 10 days less at New Job. Today, I counted. I've got 20 days left in New Job. In 20 working days, New Job will be Ex-Job.

Now all I have to do is tell everyone at New Job. I've decided to be nice and give them 2 weeks notice rather than the 1 week I'm contractually bound to give. Aren't I good?


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