Of Mild Mortification February 15, 2008
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 20 commentsWhat a funny old week. Is it really Friday already? Hurrah.
So, let’s sum it up, shall we? Started new temp job. ‘Tis all very nice: nice people who remember my name even though I’m merely a humble temp; an adorable boss-lady who has not made me cry even once; a supersonic photocopying device that resembles a Concorde cockpit. I could photocopy my bottom and email it to everyone in a jiffy if I so desired. Luckily, my desire to do so has been contained so far.
I have been offered a super-duper new job. This means that I will no longer have to live on fluff and Marmite. Perhaps I’ll take a little pot with me to sniff when I’m alone in the new office though. Usually, in the traumatic first few weeks in a new job, I do at least try to appear normal. This is quite a strain, as you can imagine. Sadly, my (most lovely) new colleagues and boss have already discovered this pitiful melange of nitwittery. Oh my giddy aunt. I’m doomed. Maybe I could offer them a little lick of the fluff ‘n’ Marmite. That would do the trick.
Ho hum. Talk about starting on a back foot. Maybe, of course, it will work in my favour… after reading this piffle, they will be relieved that I am, in reality, utterly dull. And quiet as a mouse. And other things. Gawd. Bloody Google. I’m doomed, I tell you, doomed.
