day ten

Gawd, it's worse that school. Just had a load of people come round with buckets collecting for a charity. At least I got a sticker out of it I guess, so they won't pester me anymore. I suppose thjat's one refinement of being here. At least everything is sorted out, and there are very small chances of error.

Oh dear. I think this buisness speak is getting to my brain, I am starting to talk like them, act like them, and engage in the strange convosations involving frozen chicken at twice the speed of sound. Very interesting at least. The problem the people have here, is that they cannot stop talking about work. It has infested their lives like a cancer, so therefore they have to make severly abstract convosations in a vague attempt that nobody will bring up the dreaded topic of work. Apparently at a pub, they all started talking about their favourite vegetables, which just shows how desperate they really are.

Had pizza again for lunch, but it happened to have onions, so im going to have to escape sometime in the next two hours and get some mints, otherwise I won't be very popular.

Hmmm... My supervisor has the most annoying ringtone ever imagined. He's going on holiday to spain for a week. My parents are going on holiday to jersey for a week. I will have no-one to talk to at home, nor at work. Argh.

Oh well, go to go to Stevenage now, see you all around 1800hrs...

by keot, posted on Friday, 04. July 2003 @ 1459.30 bst