The Diaries (Diarrhea's?) Of A Working Man, Day 2

So, second day of work and already I'm going to work with an ale-related illness. Was feeling the effects of a skinfull of beer in Brighton last night this morning as I walked to work. 'Work', what a weird word to be using, I keep saying it like I've never said it before. Work, work, work. Seems to roll off the tongue nicely. Day 2 was very much the same as Day 1 in terms of content. If anything, it passed even more smoothly than yesterday, but didn't pass as smoothly as.....well, you get the idea. 


I sat at a different table today, with a new bunch of people to barely mutter a word to all day unless someone fancied a moan about the lack of paper-clips - which seem to be like currency in this place. More valuable than money and jewels and any countless riches you can think of, and much better at clipping bits of paper together as well. The bloke I was sitting next to today was obsessed with paper-clips. Every 5 or 10 minutes he'd get up and go hunting for more, eventually returning with a bucketful of them and enthusiastically sharing them out amongst his colleagues, but also making sure he had a slightly bigger pile of them than anybody else did.


I managed to get through my hangover without event and during my lunch-break today, to escape the stuffy building, I went for a little walk around the industrial estate. It was a pleasant and sunny winter day as I explored the delicate tapestry of warehouses, scrapheaps and factories that make up Lancing Industrial Estate. My hangover was gone, the sun was out, and I was a working man again. Even the massive sweat patches on my armpits didn't dampen my spirits. They made me feel self-concious and embarrassed, but didn't dampen my spirits.


I haven't actually signed off the dole yet. Need to phone them tomorrow, as I think you have 5 days to declare if you've gained employment. So technically, I am committing benefit fraud. I might even leave it until the last possible day to declare it. Oh yes! Take that Coalition Government! Both barrels of the 'Sadler Shotgun'!


Unlikely to ever use that phrase again.