Well I think we can establish that office work is not glamourous, it's no better than working in a supermarket when it comes to the level of intellectual demand but on the plus sideyou can get away with sitting and doing nothing, you get to do everything sitting down, you can make cups of tea whenever you want, and you're allowed, yes allowed, to stop and chat with your colleagues. (Not allowed at Freedom!) I don't have to answer to anyone, and the best thing is, noone is standing over my shoulder telling my what to do or how many sales I have to make etc. Cool. And no walking around begging customers to talk to me! It's pretty breezy really. It's a big step up from pretty much doing nothing all week. I've spent all morning transribing letters. Sometimes you can't tell what they're saying and this really pisses me off so I get up and make another cup of tea. They think I'm really good because I got through that big pile of shit yesterday and my new master plan is to work so fast that they run out of things to give me to do and I get to go home! I think I can articulate what is so glorious about office work - it's that you can set your own pace. Hmm, autonomy, how gloriously delightful. Ooh news just in, I think we're having a meeting at two-thirty! Yay! A meeting! Talking! God where have offices been all my life?

Lalalalalalala. I made the lamb ragout, it was bloody excellent, potatoes were cooked properly, lamb fell off the bone... my best yet.

Play stop rewind stop play stop rewind stop play stop this has been my entire morning but you know what, I really don't mind at all. Scary man, I am actually not minding being at work. Gee haven't felt that in ages. When have I ever felt that? Oh at Bellbird Books when I was given 'special' responsibilities after they properly appreciated my true talents haha.

Anyway I'll scratch ya later. I think my typing skills are getting worse not better.
LOVE LIZWA  ¶ 13:11