Ok, so what happened upon entering work, that gloomy prison, my own hospice? I was greeted by Sue, 'Lovely day isn't it?' 'Yes' was my reply, a white lie, my first of many today. Why do we need these generic questions? To fill 'awkward' voids? Because I like these moments, to me it only becomes awkward when people open their mouths to speak. I had to wait till after lunch (one packet of custard creams & two cups of tea) to hear 'another day, another dollar' surprisingly not from Sue, but from Gareth, however he was talking to Sue so I'm noting her involvment in it.
By the way I work for a Steel company, I'll mention that now before any allusions of grandeur fill your imagination about me, I'm not at MI5 nor am I working at CERN looking under carpets, behind cupborads, or under the sofa for the Higgs Boson. My life consists of 'stiving to obtain the best possible price for top quality steel for SMEs for production of various pieces of shit they wish to make form it'. It's possibly the worst job for me as I tend to often converse with people, although it's over the phone, making it impossible for me to physically attack them.
Just leaving unhooking the shackles now, breaking away from this chain gang I'm supposed to call colleagues and off to home. No doubt the near instantaneous power of microwaves will provide me with my nurishment for the evening, whilst I watch some pretentious prick on MasterChef tell me Organic is great, homecooking essential and fine dining is something I can only dream of.
Training day at work tomorrow, on cold calling techniques. Can't wait.
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