"Helloyou'respeakingto..."

Today we finally got our sign-ins - I am officially a Call Centre Monkey! Did I enjoy it? Well, sometimes, but I also get the fear sometimes that I am sending people miles away or losing them in the telephone system. But then again, I really don't get the chance to think before the next beep comes through. But then again, there are some real weird ones, like the guy in our group, Bernard, we'll he's just plain strange. Not only has he no clue what's going on (he claims he wants to go into academia, but please, if you can't even do this, then there is no hope for you in thinking critically about Byzantian texts, or whatever), but I heard him today claim that he was "James from Bank Accounts". The girl beside him was going mental.

The Boy left today, and got his first glimpse on the NI gliterati - he saw Ash at the airport. And he's now having a hissy because he couldn't spend his Northern Irish tenner in a machine in England. Welcome to our world buddy. I do miss him, since, apart from our heinous heinous drunken fight, we got on deliciously whilst he was here. He seems so much more relaxed and everything. Its really good. All I have to teach him now is how to hold his drink.

I am scared of phones ringing now, in case I answer them in my monkey voice. My god, I'm obsessed.