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.