Was a bit nervous this morning on my way to this job for the first time, but it turned out to be okay. Didn't really pay attention to the usual start-of-job talk at the beginning, and managed to slot very easily into the task at hand, which was really quite mundane. This job essentially just involves me opening post all day, taking the innards out and putting them into different piles. Very easy, but 8 hours of it was a tad grinding towards the end.
The work at hand is all to do with the issuing of pensions in Italy, so this gave the job an added perk - sniggering at the gnarled faces of old people all day. This novelty wore off within about half an hour and I was stuck talking this bloke called Tim, who was sitting next to me. He was pleasant enough, and told me of his previous jobs and about how qualified he was, and also about a car accident he was in last year - which sounded bad - he even showed me a few of his scars. As the day progressed, it seemed Tim liked telling this story a lot, and told nearly everyone who walked by about his accident, and showed them his scars. I found this a quite funny, and wondered to myself whether he was one of those people who get sexually excited by car accidents.
The day wore on and, although the final hour seemed especially long, eventually came to a close. Just another job, really. Not bad, not good.
Off out now to Brighton for the evening. What better way to start my second day at a job than by being horrifically hungover? We shall see.
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