# 88 (2013) Ironic Is What I Call That
Post my blog of 4th September (#86 (2013) It’s Not That I’m Lazy, I’m Just Inspired) I posted a plea to my Facebook asking if someone could give me an interesting job so I didn’t have to go back into office work. Low and behold that same afternoon my agency found me a job. And so begins the manic fluster of activity as I reschedule my business clients and try to find some assemblance of office wear.
It’s temporary but it could suck me in for the rest of my life if I choose to go down that dependent route. It’s a receptionist job for a car sales company. Oh the mind numbingness of it all. But it is only 3 hours a day.
Sure, I can piss around on phones for 3 hours a day can’t I? The money is epically bad, but if I can just get the taxman to stop taking what is not rightfully his, I might be able to muster just enough together to pay my bills.So Monday it begins. And we’ll see how that pans out.