Rangy Manatee

To those interested readers, if I have any, you may be impressed or at least jealous to know that I got a mark of 80 for my essay about the Holocaust. You may also be disappointed to hear that I only got a 2.1 in my degree. Oh well, such is life.

In order to ensure a depression-filled few months, I'm starting work at a BT call centre in Newcastle. So if anyone fancies buying broadband, you may well hear the dulcet tones of my voice plastering on an fake phone smile and asking you which option you opted for. God, I love this world you created.

I hear my readers say, "Come on Danny, don't blame God for BT call centres. He was drunk at the time, and had his eye off the ball. There's more to the exciting world of work than BT call centres. You're clever (that mark of 80 particularly impressed me), you're witty (as I can see from this very post) and my word you are talented (I'm guessing), why lower yourself by working in a BT call centre?"

And to these friendly and well-meaning readers, I reply. I have no qualifications besides a degree which proves I'm not a total monkey, my CV reads like the bits Aaran Barshak would leave off, and I have no job experience besides knowing the difference between the Worthington and the Carling taps. Plus, my rent is due in a week and a half. And no, I didn't fancy living with my parents. And dagnammit, postmodernism doesn't pay the rent.

But don't get me wrong, I'm not all positive about this. There are some downsides.

Until next time. Which may be sooner if I get staff discount on broadband.