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Didn’t get much sleep last night as everyone came back one at a time to put on various music and each time I had to go downstairs and ask nicely. Work was overtime so nobody was there to chat to from my shift, and the first call was some furious guy who wanted us to stop sending him credit card cheques. The funny thing was that he was too furious to answer security questions, so I couldn’t do anything for him. What an idiot.
Nevertheless, was an alright day. Went swimming again at lunchtime and managed a little better this time, though I still have a feeling the lifeguard is laughing at me for some reason.
Afternoon was much the same until I got landed with an hour-long call, but that was ok too.
Day off tomorrow so can stay up downloading stuff.

Began the day by bolting awake two minutes before my alarm was due to go off – a sure sign that routine is taking over my life if I ever saw one. Then had breakfast, went to work, blah blah, bah. The one innovation in my day was my lunch break, where I decided to go to the swimming pool next to the office and get some exercise for once. It was three pounds twenty for a quick swim and the place wasn’t exactly Mount Splashmore. First I had to swallow my self consciousness and get changed moreorless in public. Thankfully the shorts I bought yesterday weren’t as embarrassing as I had previously imagined, though they still didn’t leave much to the imagination. I spent five minutes navigating my way around the locker maze, couldn’t be bothered to have a shower, and eventually found the pool. It was at this point that I realised I hadn’t swam (swum?) in a good six years or so and had half forgotten how to do it. But I picked it up pretty quickly. Everyone else looked like they knew what they were doing, so I soon remembered the bit about keeping your head still while doing front crawl. Otherwise I suppose it would be called clumsily swaying from side to side crawl. I lost my key at the bottom twice, then secured it as hard as I could. Didn’t want to have to walk back in my shorts like that guy on ‘The Day Today’.
After 14 or so lengths I was so tired I could barely haul myself out of the pool. Work needs to be done. Felt great answering calls for about half an hour, though, then remembered how much I hate the place.

Spent most of Friday and Saturday either working or on the net, leaving about seven hours for sleep instead of the usual sixteen. Caught up on Sunday by sleeping in til 3.30, something I was hoping I’d grown out of, but no luck there. Spent the rest of the day drowsy and with a headache, unable to wake up properly at all. Went round to Duncan and Amelia’s in the evening and watched TV, was alright. The girls went out for the evening, and I stayed up until 2.30, downloading some TV show or other. Had to go to bed sharpish when around 15 very drunk people arrived and started having a party in the kitchen. Too antisocial to talk to anyone, and feel weird trying to talk to drunk people when I’m sober and tired.
Then today was much the usual kind of Monday thing really. Everyone saves up their banking business for Monday so every week we get a deluge despite having every desk in the building occupied. At one point there were nearly a hundred people in the queue. Took lunch aside to get some swimming stuff – I plan to start going to the pool next door to the office as I’m developing a bit of a beer belly and don’t really get any exercise.
This evening we watched some Spaced and ‘Young Adam’.
Oh, and… found my old friend Dan on the ‘net just now – http://www.viceland.com/issues_uk/v3n3/htdocs/cabin.php – glad to see him up to stuff again.