Tuesday, August 28, 2007

How Can I Help You?

You might have been wondering if there’s more than incarceration in the Chipster’s life lately. Well, there is. And I’ve been keeping it a bit of a secret. I don’t know what to say… I’m feeling ashamed.

I’ve had to get a job.

It gets worse. I’m had to take a job working in telesales. This is supposed to be my lunch break but I’m forcing myself to update my blog. It’s why I’ve been so quiet. I get too little time to write or do anything. I had to work over the weekend. I’m pretty miserable but there aren’t a whole lot of jobs for a man with my unique qualifications in this part of the country. If you ring up a certain bank and hear a Welsh voice on the line, it might well be me. No point in asking me anything. A monkey could do the job I’m doing. I have a computer screen in front of me and I work through problems according to that. It barely involves my brain.

The job is terrible and the pay is unacceptable. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Feeling the way I feel now, I might not last the day. I’ve quit better jobs than this before. Only the Chipster’s finances have never been so low. Tips for stripping just aren’t what they used to be and Gabby has refused to cover the hotel bill for the mini bar I raided throughout our holiday to the Lake District. I have to rush and get some lunch. My shift starts again in five minutes.

1 comment:

Mr Blister said...

Non-stripping work for a living! Has it come to this?

I didn't realise there were any banks left with call centres in the UK, let alone North Wales, I thought they were all in India.

Also I can't help but feel that there is a joke about Bangor / Bangalore in here somewhere

Chin chin!

Montegue Blister