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Ok; this is a long one, as the bishop said to the Vatican committee, so be warned.
Since my last post, I have moved to Manchester. I am now renting a room (hi, Darren!) on the basis of starting work with Universal Utilities on Monday 28 September, doing business telesales. "How bad could it be?", I asked myself, "after all, it's not like I'm going to be disturbing people's dinner." (Hi Eric!)
I had a couple of second thoughts about it, but considering I'd moved 225 miles in order to do the job and live in Manc, I pushed them to one side. Those doubts became certainties when my manager told me "We don't want them to think about it, we just want them to say 'Yes'". Upon realising that I was, indeed, a telesalesweasel, I stood up and walked out. After 10 hours in the job.
Thankfully, Darren & AFPSaintMary were in the vicinity, and got me back to Darren's without too much fuss. I wasn't exactly in a state, but let's just say I wasn't firing on all cylinders either. That evening, Mary came back over and we had some nice dinner; pate is, in reality, very nice, and not the "ick, liver!" I'd been led to think it was by Certain People.
Then I was exposed to the first two episodes of "Coupling". This was a good thing, but seeing Angus Deayton opening a can of Sprite on a certain TV personality (hi Nikki!) was not good for my overall stability. It was a sound night's sleep, but the dreams were a little bizarre.
Bus into the city centre this morning, clutching job paperwork from last week's backup job hunting. Look at it all and froth a bit. Went out and allowed the self-pity out...for around 2 seconds. Then I actually _heard_ that still, calm, inner voice saying "no, you aren't a waste of skin. People care about you because you've given them _reason_ to. Go and get what you want and need."
As a result, I start my new job with Swinton Insurance (no, this time it's incoming calls and clerical, what I'm actually _good_ at) on Friday. Ok, it's all a little mundane and boring, but it sure as hell didn't feel like it for a while.
Dan Howell. *Hugs* to all, and to all, a good night...
Since my last post, I have moved to Manchester. I am now renting a room (hi, Darren!) on the basis of starting work with Universal Utilities on Monday 28 September, doing business telesales. "How bad could it be?", I asked myself, "after all, it's not like I'm going to be disturbing people's dinner." (Hi Eric!)
I had a couple of second thoughts about it, but considering I'd moved 225 miles in order to do the job and live in Manc, I pushed them to one side. Those doubts became certainties when my manager told me "We don't want them to think about it, we just want them to say 'Yes'". Upon realising that I was, indeed, a telesalesweasel, I stood up and walked out. After 10 hours in the job.
Thankfully, Darren & AFPSaintMary were in the vicinity, and got me back to Darren's without too much fuss. I wasn't exactly in a state, but let's just say I wasn't firing on all cylinders either. That evening, Mary came back over and we had some nice dinner; pate is, in reality, very nice, and not the "ick, liver!" I'd been led to think it was by Certain People.
Then I was exposed to the first two episodes of "Coupling". This was a good thing, but seeing Angus Deayton opening a can of Sprite on a certain TV personality (hi Nikki!) was not good for my overall stability. It was a sound night's sleep, but the dreams were a little bizarre.
Bus into the city centre this morning, clutching job paperwork from last week's backup job hunting. Look at it all and froth a bit. Went out and allowed the self-pity out...for around 2 seconds. Then I actually _heard_ that still, calm, inner voice saying "no, you aren't a waste of skin. People care about you because you've given them _reason_ to. Go and get what you want and need."
As a result, I start my new job with Swinton Insurance (no, this time it's incoming calls and clerical, what I'm actually _good_ at) on Friday. Ok, it's all a little mundane and boring, but it sure as hell didn't feel like it for a while.
Dan Howell. *Hugs* to all, and to all, a good night...
