Haven’t been keeping this updated of late as have fairly little to say right now. The job is dull, but no longer driving me crazy. The task of talking to the public has moved down a notch in my head so that I forget what ID questions I asked them when the call ends. Once a day I tune out of the call and realise for a few seconds that there are a hundred people around me all talking, a cacophony of human chat, like in a nightclub when the music goes off. I’ve got a feeling I may soon be able to multi-task and get some creative work done in the office. Would be nice. The best call I had this week was an 85 year old man. We’d sent him a letter informing him he was dead. He didn’t sound 100% sure he was alive, our missive having put a spark of doubt into his mind. My team leader didn’t see the funny side, but it wasn’t my fault anyway.
At the weekend I went to an art-based club night with some friends. It was alright, a bit different, very cool to tell the truth. But what I want right now out of a bar is that it be nearly empty, quiet and not too smoky. A hotel bar. An expensive one.