working girl

I am alone in the office, because my temp pal has gone off to dump her boyf. All this responsibility! Well, so far nothing at all interesting has happened. I have wasted just about a whole tree printing and binding some proposals about the Westlink, a big motorway link in West Belfast. The waste was the fact that the photocopier kept spitting them out in the wrong order, and, instead of taking the time to sort them, I just reprinted the whole thing. I used to be so ecologically sound. Not any more.

Today's lunch is consisting of some cheap shortbread biscuits that I am a little terrified of eating, mainly because I know that I will get a crumb stuck in my throat right when the phone rings - classy chick.

The boys I am working with are pretty cool. Laid back, and not seeming to mind my lack of secretarial skills. Although I was able to quickly turn someone's rubbish word doc into a fancy-schmancy tabled affair. Yes, I know, not that hard, but times are tough, I need to feel valued.