So It's Supposed To Be Funny?
Yesterday I finally stopped being annoyed at work. It's not that I stopped caring, or that they broke my spirit or anything else of the sort; I just realised that the place isn't supposed to be taken seriously, it's clearly some sort of joke. We're talking about a company where I constantly get into trouble for not using the callers name on three occasions during a call, and yet our servicing department can apparently just send out whatever bullshit they want without any consequence at all! Once you realise that you work in a Kafka novel it all suddenly falls into place and you simply stop caring. It's pretty nice.
We went baby-sitting last night, which surprisingly lasted until midnight and so it was far too late to do any prep for the stall today until...
This morning! So that wasn't ideal, rushing about and trying to get everything sorted and prepped and such. Still we managed, although the days trading was very disappointing. That said, we had a photographer from the local paper come down (FINALLY! He was bloody nearly too late, we were about to start packing up when he arrived), although he did actually seem impressed with the stall and the clothes and took lots of pics (which I scrupulously avoided, as usual, although that may preclude my getting mentioned at all which isn't really fair. Just 'cos I hate being photographed doesn't mean I want to be removed from history!). Anyway, this is one of my pics, which we were taking just in case nobody ever turned up! Notice how my official duty as photographer gives me a handy excuse for never being in the photos themselves...
posted by BadMonkey @ 10:39 PM
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