I want to try and make another light hearted and vaguely funny post but my head really isn’t in the right space for that. So here I am writing this, trying not to make this your average youth blog full of angst and… well… immaturity. Also I’m bound slightly by some of my readers. See I could go ahead and cut loose in a roundabout way If I knew I had the pseudo-anonymity of the internet. Yet I don’t.
Long story short I have to watch what I write. Instead of writing freely I make a sort of challenge… people from my life reading this blog should be able to pick up on little specific things that mean more than they may originally seem to. Not like a cry for help or anything, just combining parts of my life with this blog. See the title of this post is a very loose reference to how I now am answering phones at my work.
This should give you a hint as to how I am very much at the bottom. See being receptionist is a step up. Not complaining here, the work is good overall. Just I am very much at the bottom of the hierachy - except for the dog. I’m above Neddy…
I think.
Ah well, we all gotta start somewhere. Consider yourself lucky, to have a job during these difficult economic times.
CHEER UP!
That is true. Not everyone gets to be a receptionist in these hard times.
Yeah, I dont get to be a receptionist , Lucky *******
Well your work doesn’t really have a receptionist role…
Look on the bright side. Erm…….yeah
Wow, so inspirational…
Somewhere around the world theres a guy whos in a worse off position. Wait no, he just got a promotion and the company car. Nevermind.
yea i know its not really that kinda job but your still doing more than me regardless