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[skull_bearer]

I really don't want to go back to Cheltenham, I really like it here. London's as great as ever and my new job is brilliant. It would be better if I wasn't knackered all the time from getting up at 7.30 am, but it can't be helped. I'm a telemarketeer, convincing old ladies they want mobility aids, it's very relaxed, the people in the office are hysterical, and the boss is straight out of User Friendly. What's more, while we're chatting to people on the phone, we're supposed to be taking notes, so they expect us to be writing, and there's plenty of long waits while the phone is ringing.

Guess where chapter 7 of Nocturnale is being written?

Not just that, but I spent all of today writing a ridiculously smutty ficlet, the sort of thing that you write with what's in your pants, pure PWP. I have to be the only person who is able to scribble an NC17 Dragonlance slash fic at the same time as chatting to an old lady about her arthritus.

Plus, the working area is great, it's a pleasent temperature, there's not too much pressure or competitiveness, the people are great, and everytime we get a 'lead' we're to get up, ring a little bell, and drink a shot of Bailys while everyone cheers.

I am not joking.

Not even a little, this is the gospel truth.

And when you're being paid £7 an hour (minimum wage here is just over £4), who the hell would complain? Plus we get bonuses of ten pound if we a) get two confirmed leads, or b) Manage to actually sell something.

I swear, this is the best job ever.

Plus we have the radio on all the time and the boss had pretty good taste in music.
I need to be careful not to piss anyone off, I really want to keep this job. Plus, if I leave Cheltenham (which is looking more and more attractive everyday), I want to be able to go back to this job.


Skull Bearer.

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[chetwynd-hayes.livejournal.com]

Not just that, but I spent all of today writing a ridiculously smutty ficlet, the sort of thing that you write with what's in your pants, pure PWP. I have to be the only person who is able to scribble an NC17 Dragonlance slash fic at the same time as chatting to an old lady about her arthritus.

ROFL!!!!

[lord-eantr-jay.livejournal.com]

but I spent all of today writing a ridiculously smutty ficlet, the sort of thing that you write with what's in your pants, pure PWP.

Mmmmmm, I want to read it ;) Gimme, gimme, gimme :) Plz :) Sometimes PWP is just all you need :) Though usually I don't like PWP, but sometimes it's really the right thing :)