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Jan. 16th, 2007 04:30 pmWork today on a shift swap with Lesley, meaning I sat back-to-back with Tania, so no possibility of a dull shift there. Tania and I hadn't had a proper chat since before Christmas, so we caught up at the start. Remembering Tania and Molly singing for us all last time I sat in that row, I told them the auditions for South Coast Idol are next week and asked if they were going to enter. "I don't think they'd want me," said Tania. "They want me, though," retorted Molly, then she and most of the others started to gravitate towards the front desk. Tania and I rightly guessed there was a 'group hug' about to happen. It turned out Angie was leaving and it's her birthday, so she got a big bunch of flowers and a gift.
A little bit later I heard Tania - our office's BB queen - telling Christine #4 that she'd stopped watching Celeb BB5 as "it's a load of sugar". I told them I've not been watching either - they said they didn't blame me, though they were quite surprised as they've always known me as a big BB fan. I didn't have the chance to tell them how the magic had been shattered for me, as then they started talking to each other about Desperate Housewives and Lost.
One lady I spoke to this morning said "Happy New Year" at the end - surely the last New Year greeting of '07? She was lovely, in direct contrast to an old bloke I got during the last hour who, as soon as he heard the interview would take 20 to 30 minutes, said no. Taking him to mean not now, I asked when would be a good time, at which he grew quite indignant and declared he was "not interested" if that was how long it would take. Reminding him that the lady who did the first, face-to-face interview at his home should have told him there'd be 4 follow-up ones on the phone only incensed him further - he ended by falling back on the tired fallacy that because he's retired, he should be exempt, and said "not interested" for the 4th time. Change the record, squire.
I was fed up anyway because of missing the football matches, so once I'd hung up on him I took a swing at my blow-up punch bag...and sent it sailing over the partition. At least today I was sitting in a different row. The lady whose booth it landed in was fine when I apologised to her, and handed the punch bag back.
The sole food on our side's nibbles table today was one tube of Pringles. I stuck to water from the cooler all through the shift, and stopped at BK in Fareham on the way home for an Angus meal (Five Alive as the drink, so as to offset the unhealthiness of the fries).
A little bit later I heard Tania - our office's BB queen - telling Christine #4 that she'd stopped watching Celeb BB5 as "it's a load of sugar". I told them I've not been watching either - they said they didn't blame me, though they were quite surprised as they've always known me as a big BB fan. I didn't have the chance to tell them how the magic had been shattered for me, as then they started talking to each other about Desperate Housewives and Lost.
One lady I spoke to this morning said "Happy New Year" at the end - surely the last New Year greeting of '07? She was lovely, in direct contrast to an old bloke I got during the last hour who, as soon as he heard the interview would take 20 to 30 minutes, said no. Taking him to mean not now, I asked when would be a good time, at which he grew quite indignant and declared he was "not interested" if that was how long it would take. Reminding him that the lady who did the first, face-to-face interview at his home should have told him there'd be 4 follow-up ones on the phone only incensed him further - he ended by falling back on the tired fallacy that because he's retired, he should be exempt, and said "not interested" for the 4th time. Change the record, squire.
I was fed up anyway because of missing the football matches, so once I'd hung up on him I took a swing at my blow-up punch bag...and sent it sailing over the partition. At least today I was sitting in a different row. The lady whose booth it landed in was fine when I apologised to her, and handed the punch bag back.
The sole food on our side's nibbles table today was one tube of Pringles. I stuck to water from the cooler all through the shift, and stopped at BK in Fareham on the way home for an Angus meal (Five Alive as the drink, so as to offset the unhealthiness of the fries).
