So, day four of work at Wrox. I sat through a seminary thing on Begginners books, which was interesting. Interesting is an interesting word don't you think. It's like not too un-complementary, but has an air of dissatisfaction that's there, but not there if you get what I mean. Probably not, but hey that's what I think. It wasn't interesting as in fascinating, just interesting. Well, it gave me another insight into what the company's like and what it does, which helps don't you think?
Did I tell you that the authors of the book I'm project managing mailed me back. Yay, that gave me another quater of an hour's work, so I dragged it out somehow to take up an hour. I'm good at that, when I'm bored. That's why I'm dragging this out for another good few lines! Well, I don't know about the good, but some more lines just to take me up to my next email arrival!
Know what's really bizzare? I've started remembering bits of my dreams. It's like I go through patches where my life's great and I don't remember my dreams and then suddenly I come across this wierd phase in my life, where there is turmoil and strife, OK just a bit of change sets my life like this. So there I am with just a change of job and I start dreaming again. It's usually only really scary dreams I remember. I guess this could be one of them. Well, there's this family camped outside in our garden in one of these olde worlde wagons. Kind of stuff gypsies travelled around in in the days before VoxWagon Campervans. Kids playing on the lawn. And their mother was there, but I don't remember anyone else. Then suddenly, there was all this rain, bolting it down and this raised all the mud in the garden, creating this tidal wave of mud. Somehow Dave was there, trying to protect me from the mud (which would have really ruined my clothes) and we dashed into the house. For some reason my mum let these people who were camping on the back lawn into the house and we were all in my room, when suddenly this mad man comes in through the window, which would have been really difficult in practice. So I start trying to strangle him with a piece of rope that has appeared out of nowhere on my bed, thinking why isn't anyone stronger than me doing this? Then before I know it, the mother of the caravan kids is getting off with this man on my bed. OK, so I wake up at this point. I usually never remember that much of a dream, so I'm pretty chuffed OK.
Well, I think I've bored you enough, time for me to get back to being bored myself, pretending to look busy it really difficult. Oh and another thing. How dare they change the format of the WorkWeb page. It was the 2nd best place to find a job. OK, I'm just saying that because of a false sense of loyalty to the Monstster Board. I guess they're just going up in the world too!
