||[Jan. 6th, 2004|10:35 pm]
Guess what I did today?|
Well, I spent a fair bit of it sitting around doing nothing, and the rest of the time typing up psychiatric casenotes about a man who occasionally thinks he's a dog, and another guy who says his fridge has been telling him he's going to die.
And for this, I get paid £9 an hour. I love my job. Just hope they keep me on for longer than the originally-stated week, but Julie the supervisor says they'll probably keep me on for as long as I want to stay. :D
Hee, sounds like fun! I hope that it lasts however long you need, because it sounds great. :)
I have often thought I would like to be a dog. Stress-free lifestyle with no responsibilities and so forth. But I can safely say I have never actually laboured under teh impression that I actually *am* a dog.
Congrats on the job, and I'm crossing my fingers they keep you on.
Sirius? Mr Weasley?
Bit worried, now...
Where do you work? I want your job!
St Thomas's in Lambeth.
This kind of job is what most authors call source material. "Harry, why is Ron shouting at the fridge again?"
There are definately worse jobs! Fingers crossed on them keeping you for as long as you want.