I have started a new job and it is a strange job. It actually shouldnít be a strange job; itís an office and youíd think offices were the same everywhere. I seem to have landed in a bizarre place- perhaps thatís why there was a vacancy there in a city where there are no jobs?
On my first day I was shown to my cubical and abandoned. Really. No one came to tell me what to do; I was assigned no jobs or training. Fortunately for me I am never bored so I began writing on the computer. Eventually, in the afternoon, someone noticed me and gave me some menial job which took twelve minutes. The whole first week was like that.
But I am a fool, you know. Perhaps I should have been happy with that. Isnít that what Iíve always wanted, free time? But no, I was frustrated- I have this ridiculous need to be of use.
Well as it turned out I did not have to wait long for something to do. On Tuesday I was asked to fill in for the receptionist and do my job too- this...